You almost feel like it should come with a health warning. And yet, when it arrives, it comes wrapped in the context of a tinkling, Casablanca piano and horn backdrop, softening the blow, but highlighting the melancholy. It is, as the reviews correctly point out, an autobiography, and Strange Fruit is just one chapter in the volume. God Bless the Child swings in just like any other standard though, and you're left with just the nagging feeling at the back of your head that all is not right.

Two other Strange Fruit cultural references spring to mind. The first was the John Peel sessions label, which held so much rare delight back when a new Smiths release was something to treasure. And the club, upstairs at the Garage with Matt, Richard and Martin, good times, albeit never quite fitting in. I played The La's when I DJed there once.

There's already a harshness coming in on some of these tracks, to my ears anyway. State of mind, state of health, who knows.