Oranges and Lemons, from 1989, is a fantastic record, a lucid, technicolour sprawl of modernized Beatleisms and airbrushed psych-pop confectionary. Appropriately, given its title, several of the songs on Oranges and Lemons deal with Andy Partridge’s newly acquired parental status (the jazzy Pink Thing) is a cunning double-entendre about fatherly pride and his penis) as well as wryly address the wider failings of the world into which our children are born.