“What colour is it?” She’s talking about the jacket, and really – these are the big questions we take for granted when a band like My Morning Jacket have been around for donkey’s years. “Oh, I know this one,” she adds. “It sounds cool.”

Well, I wonder about that. What it does sound is rather like a Toto record, which is the kind of thing that might be cool every now and then when everyone has their guard down. ‘Compound Fracture’ lives and dies by a couple of crescendos that count as chorus and hook; bursting feelings in the chest cavity that might well be all you need.