Ben Vince’s saxophone does a lot, tonally. Whether he’s puffed up and red in the face trying to irk these gusts out of his horn or they’ve been stretched and processed by Joy O, I don’t really know. But it isn’t a major concern of mine when the result is such a middle dancefloor panic. ‘Transition 2’ is the audible incarnation of that “ah shit, bro, it’s time to go home” realisation. I’m too drunk, too old and now I'm sweating through my fucking t-shirt.