Pick of the Political Pops: Whiskeytown “Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart Tonight”

Righty-ho. That was the festive season that was then. This week (ish) we have unsealed The Bunker and emerged from our temporary hibernation unusually sober and full of anticipation for the year ahead in politics and music. Vim, Vigour and Victory V’s have been our companions as we stared bright-eyed into the blindingly brilliant future. Things, we mused, can only get better. Then, after a full five (maybe six) minutes, we realised that actually things are just the bloody same. Curses. Still – this allows us to carry on with the heavy drinking and spinning those great melancholy tunes. Every cloud…