Supermassive Ash hole! Having part-exchanged Charlotte Hatherley for the death-ray-spewing synthesizer that Muse recorded their last comeback single on, the only-now-hitting-their-30s scamps ride it around the studio whooping one of their trademark solid gold pop tunes and waving their wigs in the air like gibbons on spring break. Feels like being catapulted to Mars strapped to an exploding sweetshop. Superb.