There are considerably less Easter-y songs than there are Christmas-y ones, which some of you might be quite pleased to hear.
Actually, there might be loads which have a tenuous link, but I can’t think of any. There’s always next year.
What I can think of is this gloriously outrageous slice of Swedish campness which, before you turn your noses up at it, Kurt Cobain praised in his posthumously published journals. Either that or Courtney made it up. You decide.