Haunts where we’d dance and drink and maybe mack, where on occasion we’d scrap alongside one another if someone ended up in a fisticuff, nights it was not uncommon for gunshots to hasten our exodus.

It’s the mack daddy of all the armor.

Thanks to LA’s session musician elite, Hey Nineteen is polished to a sheen, but the narrator’s regretful realisation that he is too old to mack on teenage girls makes for uneasy listening.

CC is the most solemnly unnerving of the Midtown mack daddies – feminine perm, giant clown collars and all – because CC is the one whose relationships most blur the line between cold commerce and loving kindness.

“Jump into the harbor,” he said casually, like another kid might say, I'm going to get a mack.