He is considerably more bright-eyed than the father of an 18-month-old has any right to be.

Perhaps it’s all down to the rejuvenating powers of transcendental meditation, of which Burgess has been a devotee for several years. “It’s kind of revitalised me. It’s definitely had an effect on my day-to-day enthusiasm for things. It just gives you consistency more than anything, consistency and like … maybe a fire.” Not that his loud advocacy for the practice has had much impact on his bandmates. “I have a couple of beers,” nods Collins, gruffly. “That seems to have the same effect.”