The Vistics are reaping the benefits of a hard gigging schedule.

Tight, lean and mean, they’ve settled on a four-man formation and it’s the best they’ve ever sounded.

‘Livelong Day’ throbs deliciously with sleazy sex offender guitar and Muscle shoals-style keyboards.

Mr Vistic growls with the utter conviction of a lizard king in Cuban heels and they close with a blistering ‘Andre Williams Rock N Roll’.

It’s 35 faultless minutes and they are fast becoming the perfect bar band reeking of gasoline and greasy pork chops.

When it’s all sizzling and smoking like this, the namby pamby dalliances of drum machines, vocoders and dance remixes suddenly seem a ludicrous diversion from the One True Way that is Rock N Roll.

Kid Pensioner.