"The Mother We Share is a perfect encapsulation of what they do so well. With electro stabs, "Coh, oh, oh" vocal ticks, quirky keyboard hooks and a chorus coated in what appears to be sugar, it's a pop masterclass. Lyrically it's an emotional mess: "When it all fucks up, you put your head in my hands, it's a souvenir for when you go," sings Mayberry in the style of an '80s pop-starlet. It turns out that the chorus isn't coated in sugar, but powdered anti-depressants. "We've come as far as we're ever going to get," she sings at the start. For all the pop exuberance on display, this is a song that realises that the end is here".