Even if you’d left Prince in a room with nothing more than a glockenspiel and a set of pots and pans, you suspect that, within an hour or two, he’d have come up with a passable double-album of metallic, plinky, filthy - and possibly quite annoying - sex-funk.
Fortunately, the impish musical titan - who would have celebrated his 66th birthday today - had access to rather more sophisticated sonic palette than that.
