By some weird chance, the first time I heard Rene­gade, I was step­ping off the tram and cross­ing the sad waste­land of Pic­cadil­ly Gar­dens to meet a friend in the North­ern Quar­ter. Omi­nous, thun­dery synths and an echoey piano note fade to Jim­i’s famil­iar vocals describ­ing a bleak and tor­tured land­scape, both emo­tion­al­ly and physically.…