There are many Christmas songs, some cheesy and forgettable, some worth a listen. But so few Easter songs. In fact the only one I can think of is this one from 1990 by the perenially unfashionable, yet remarkably resilient prog rock survivors Marillion.
OK, the lyrics – alluding to the then fashionable subject of the Northern Irish conflict – are a little tacky in places (there are even subtle literary nods to WB Yeats and Sean O’Casey in there), but the photography (filmed at the Giants Causeway) is noteworthy.
And it’s a decent song, one of the band’s rare forays into the folkie stuff. And appropriate to the time of year. Very fittingly it comes from an album entitled Seasons End (deliberate non-use of apostrophe). Marillion’s season may have ended a long time ago, but fair play to them (and their legions of anoraky fans – present author included) for refusing to go away!
What you might call a guilty pleasure.