When you wake up on a cold, callous Sunday, open your eyes to a world offering nothing more than a day of heartache and confusion, your head’s a mess, your heart’s a mess, your room’s a mess, and all you can think of doing is grabbing that half bottle of whisky and riding off into the mountains just to grab one final hour of drunken solitude before returning to the hellhole that we call life, then thank the harmony gods for the five-part melodic bliss of The Flamingos, ‘I Only Have Eyes For You’.
No further explanation required.
