Ross Clelland, Journalist

"Of course you never thought that far ahead. But I don’t see why we can’t keep doing it - as long as we’re all still alive, and sort of well."

Her voice still feels and aches, and draws you in. Just classy.

Said telly song – What You Came Here For – is the shiny end of their oeuvre, but work through to My Ghost to find the band’s delicate face.

The stories, like the drive out of the ‘Cross in Young Girls, or the wait as the tide ebbs On The Beach, are heat-hazed atmospheric things, but elsewhere it seems he feels the need to play up that nasal twang to almost parody.

Perhaps aptly, Lost is also about what’s not there, but now is. As their distributor procrastinated over its release through 1988, the band finally found the right way into a crowd favourite.