"FROM 1st June, I'm hoping to try some new projects," announced Brighton troubadour and former Morning Star sub-editor Chris Thorpe-Tracey, calling time on 20 years of "visionary psych pop, startling humour and unflinching, sometimes discomforting radicalism and loyal dissent" that never brought him the attention bestowed on Billy Bragg, Luke Haines, even Carter's Jim Bob.

“Thank you so very much for continuing to support me over the years. You’re a small crew but you’ve been the most beautiful audience," he signed off.

Well, it's not too late to catch up with Chris T-T after ten albums and 2,300 gigs, courtesy of this Best Of, divided into his most loved songs and a second disc of rarities, picked from favourite studio recordings that somehow avoided CD release.

He wrote about London as sagely as Madness, he wrote about ecology, the worst government ever, injured pop stars, beer and bears. Oh, just buy this send-off from a singular voice, a prophet for everytown England, as he heads off today into audio-editing, podcasting and writing books.