Musically, Cohen opts for understated chamber pop, guitars tastefully twanging in the gloom, horns and piano lulling and cooing, without ever quite demanding your attention. Casual Cohen fans will probably be drawn to ‘Come Healing’, the song that most obviously evokes comparisons with ‘Hallelujah’. For die-hards, though, it is the record’s bleaker passages that will bewitch: ‘Show Me The Place’ mourns lost virility; ‘Amen’ deploys the brutal imagery of bloody lambs and unclean butchers. There is an overwhelming sense that Cohen regards this as his last transmission, a poignant sign-off. It’s a farewell to both swell the heart and bring you to the brink of tears.