The Killers – I Feel It In My Bones

“A motorbike-riding, eggnog-swilling, grenade-chucking Santa.”

Tom: Well, it seems only fitting that since we discussed the Killers’ previous Christmas single on Saturday, we should discuss the current one on this Christmas Eve. Again, the profits go to Project Red.

Tom: Now that was a bit darker than last year. A motorbike-riding, eggnog-swilling, grenade-chucking Santa hunting down the Killers. It ain’t exactly Christmas robots and a cowboy ball, is it?

Tim: Not really, no. In fact, not by a hell of a long way.

Tom: But you know what this reminds me of? Chris Rea. I mean that in a good way: have a listen to the wonderful Looking For The Summer and tell me that they don’t match in style.

Tim: No, they do, but that doesn’t make it a nice happy Christmas song, which is what I’d prefer to this almost-as-miserable-as-Mud track.

Tom: And while I may not enjoy it quite as much as last year’s light-and-fluffy offering… well, it’s still fun, and I still like it. Well done, the Killers.

Tim: Fun? FUN? Are you serious? It’s one of the most downbeat Christmas songs I’ve heard. How it is possibly fun?

Tom: Oh, come on, the video’s got Santa with candy-cane nunchucks.

Tim: SANTA SHOULDN’T HAVE NUNCHUCKS.