You might have thought that being dropped by your label was a cue to take your denim jacket back to the charity shop, get a proper job and stop going to the provincial club night which plays all your own hits of days yore.

The Futureheads are to release an a cappella album later this year. Just as I thought I couldn’t hear of anything worse, one of the songs from said album came on the radio.

The band have stopped playing niggly, uninspiring, two-note riffs on their Fenders and instead saved time and electricity by just opening their collectively putrid mackem mouths. The sooner this group crosses paths with a firing squad, the better.

Your time is up; you’re irrelevant and that’s just how things are. And oh - as far as change of directions go, at what point did you think an a cappella album would be a good idea?

Sell-by-date, anyone?