This is as far back down his personal musical memory lane that Dave can go. The enigma that is Ultravox –  a proper band with an engaging thirst for all things shiny and electronic? Or second rate rockers, papering over the cracks with third rate synthology? Dave thinks they remain full of Western Promise, but will Rob find they were Passing Strangers to talent, leaving him in a Sleepwalk? And who is Mr X anyway?