I’M too old for the rave tents of Glastonbury, but listening to Example makes me wish I wasn’t.

For a studio album, this is custom made for the live arena. Slightly retro. It’s a cavalcade of pumping bass, 90s keyboard strokes and lyrics that, while not exactly deep, demand to be repeated – preferably in a fist-pumping, jumping seething mass. Doing it on your own doesn’t seem quite right.