The cynical response to the release of yet another Hawkwind live album – at least their fifth since 2015 – is to wave a dismissive hand as if wafting away a hippie’s morning-after lentil curry fart.

Many of the artists we grew up with continue to make new records, whether we want them to or not. Music’s old priests handing down fresh edicts is not a new phenomenon. Louis Armstrong had his biggest ...