This collection is post punk in the truest sense - it could easily have been released in 1984. Cheap beatboxes, fuzz box guitars and truly limp, portentous lyrics about sex, death and the occasional sinner/saint/demon inside. It’s a bugbear, but why do people who have produced instrumental music for years suddenly think they can be songwriters? There are worse offenders out there , but some of the stuff on here is pretty turgid. ‘No Girl in my Plan’ with it’s angels and demons sitting on shoulders arguing about some dancing bird while steam trains thunder down the track to satanville (I kid you not) might be an attempt at homage but what’s the point? None of it sounds like it bears any relation to real life whatsoever. To be fair it’s easy enough to ignore - and that’s the best policy. Kate Moss and Nick Cave could probably enjoy a shimmy down to it, but it has the kind of scuzz, fake junkie glamour that even Bobby Gillespie would cringe at. Weatherall’s vocal style itself is difficult to describe, but ‘Get Out of my Kingdom’ sounds like a homage to Johnny Thunders’ ‘You Can’t Hold on to a Memory’ sung by Lloyd Cole. And he actually does OK.

Still, the music is at times fantastic, venturing further back into the seventies of The Glitter band (Evangeline) and even The Bay City Rollers. The things that secure Weatherall’s place in pop culture - for me he’s up there with John Peel and Twitch - are his deep understanding and love of what he’s involved in. That’s why he packed the students in long before they cottoned on to the acid thing, and it’s why he’s one of the few DJ’s who really deserve the ‘legendary’ tag. It’s also why they can pull this off. The willingness to sacrifice your reputation to make the stuff you really want to has been a rare thing for as long as I can remember, and careerism kills rock and roll like nothing else.

If Two Lone Swordsmen had released another album of minimal electronica it wouldn’t really have mattered, but this album does. Alongside Screamadelica and the mighty Smokebelch (even if you don’t know it, you definitely will have heard it) it’s another small part in what’s starting to look like a very interesting life’s work.

Stuart Blackwood is 30 (odd), was born in Newarthill and lives in Glasgow. He supports Motherwell FC, has an MA in Economics and Philosophy and likes William Bell (the singer), Bukowski & Fante, Eric Arthur Blair, Negativeland, Eric Hobsbawm, politics, philosophy and ambiguity. He dislikes Alan Bloom and Francis Fukuyama, U2, categorization and Violence.