The teasing truth of this band’s starkly understated lyrics, and of its liberated, alluring tone, will see its dream-deep music survive as long as humanity.

Dead-pan comedy raps feeble excuses for clich├ęd misdemeanours, hanging humour on real life’s bedroom farce, as hormones wander eternally. The distilled depth of Freudian animation, and gloriously carnal stage choreography, sees E-rotic’s gyrating eurobeat plunge mind and heart into sex, with the gasping spontaneity of integrity.

Through their timeless work, art and pornography have been glued with a courteous, feminist romance, which “comes” with a laughing, dancing consciousness; and which once – from the land of Bach’s soul-tickling, engineered lullabies – freed the 1990s.