Naturally the “OI!”s go down well in a household of barely controlled chaos, but Junior collects her thoughts calmly enough to say, “I like the beat”. There’s a lot to like in Plan B’s lurch back from the New Boring brink. It tackles the UK riots in Janet and John style for the hard-of-understanding and mixes Shostakovich strings and tin drums to scintillating effect.

There’s a kind of livid satire here too though. The rich boy’s scorned, but the chorus is knowingly yobbish. B’s pretty unimpressed either way.