There was something strangely surreal watching young people born at the end of the Bosnian conflict singing their hearts out to Abba Singstar. Blame my wife – I would never have suggested it but she’s making converts very quickly with her latest toy. I know Abba are, or were, huge but the average twelve year-ago could be forgiven for not being overly familiar with their back catalogue. Nevertheless, it was surprising how well they coped with what must be some of the wordiest of Sweden’s pop exports. I would love to type a true reflection of their pronunciation, but I wouldn’t do it justice. And so the globalising influence of Sony’s ubiquitous technology marches on.