Calexicos second album, The Black Light was a turning point in the band’s nascent career and sounds as vital today as when it first arrived in 1998, the patina of nostalgia only adding to the appeal of its world-weary sound.

Its hard not to delve for the clichs when considering Calexicos signature sound. Based close to the Mexican border in Tucson, Arizona, they make music so redolent of its place that you can almost smell the tortillas, taste the chillis and see the cacti beneath a burning desert sun.

Drums pitter-patter like desert rain and percussion instruments rattle and hum like small reptiles scuttling across the rocky landscape in search of sanctuary. Guitars twang, a carnival organ wheezes, and mariachi trumpets float in and out, adding a colourful Mexican flavour.

This is, to cite another unavoidable clich, widescreen music a soundtrack for a roadtrip in an old car