Remember when Eminem was kinda vital to have around? He made records that didn’t rely on funk breaks and effectively spat out a mixture of awkward confessionals and comedy skits, rather than focusing on displays of wealth and success.

Not that his albums were very good mind you.

And then, of course, he went mental and got addicted to all manner of nonsense and sampled Haddaway, which is just preposterous. You can’t ‘keep it real’ while sampling tawdry Europop. What next? Marshall Mathers Versus London Boys? It would seem that Eminem is off the boil and no longer in the same vicinity as the pulse, let alone getting his finger on it. This is underlined by his snickering at Lady GaGa having a penis, which is now officially so old that it is being considered for inclusion in Christmas crackers.