Aha! We’ve clawed another tantalising taster from the bosom of Pete’s (sorry, Peter’s) solo album for you. A low-key, Cohen-ish, doomy strum, this one finds our boy sadly addressing an old flame, pawing over old obsessions with a deft word and a tortured croon. “If you’re still alive when you’re 25… or should I kill you like you asked me to?” he ponders. You know, Pete, if you want to talk about anything, we’re always here…