I must declare an interest. Do not expect to be reading an objective review now. After all, you’re presently scrolling through the words of somebody who used to listen to ‘Fucking Little Bastards’ by Moffat’s former band, Arab Strap, at work with the headphones on, merrily yet misogynistically mouthing the title at work(non)mates.

Part poetry, part song, part-what-would-appear-to-be vintage Blue Jam excerpt, I Can Hear Your Heart is all Moffat - at his tortured-genius finest. Or rather was. “It’s really the thoughts and mistakes of a different man, a younger and idiotic me that has thankfully since grown up”, he insists.

Whilst his old Arab Strap mucker Malcolm Middleton released ‘We’re All Going To Die’ as an Christmas No.1 contender, although it reached no higher than 31 in the charts, you’ll find Moffat content with a position on the margins. However, that’s not to say he lacks a game plan. For when you’re strange, as the song goes, people remember your name.

(4½/5)