The Gentlemen of 328 seem to be address specific in “Christmas at 328,” a grunge exploration of holiday determination. Do as they say, not as they sound.
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Christmas Countdown: 362
Graveslime appeals to our better angels with some post punk wonderings about being nicer in the ‘pretty’ “362 Days until Christmas.” Worth the ask.
Christmas Countdown: 364∑
364 days may be less of a wait for next Xmas when it’s together.
Leanne Weiss croons pop lovery in the mediocre “Christmas Again.” Yes, the 364 days you are with me feel like Christmas Again. You’re gifted!
Today’s the day for “Sexmas” also croons The Collective. All 364 you been waiting to put it on me, lays out the lyrics–but adds cookies and hot chocolate so the time has flown until the smashin’.
The Christmas Kids Cottage rock’n’roll so we can altogether wait the “364 Days” ’til Christmas.
We may be in the year-long Christmas-less time together, but what about Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone. Murder City Devils pretty up the garage rock with fiddle and sentiment for “364 Days.” I’ll drink to that.
Christmas Countdown: 3.90
Just crazy kids wanting to suck the marrow out of sex, Kai Ross-Best (with TEDDYYBEARR) garage punk out their youth through “This Winter.” There’s love, bedroom, socks, spending £3.90 on the train–it’s wild.
Christmas Countdown: 1919
“Christmas at 1919” most likely refers to the street address for the band Boogdish out of Texas. This underground garage weirdness claims there’s no more christmas…. We’ll just see, ‘cuz we can’t hear the lyrics very well.
Christmas Countdown: 15,000
The Long Ryders, of The Paisley Underground, get my attention with “Christmas in New Zealand,” alt-country about how they’re down under without you–so far away in America (less than ten thousand, actually–maybe Ireland, if you don’t fly? All right, the way the Earth works, you can never be more than 12,450 miles from anyone; so, poetic license). The song, however, is great stuff.
Felice Avian: deification
Doesn’t Jesus, the reason for the reindeer, also take wing? Actually i don’t know this one. Let’s consult the musicians.
Richard Poulette fiddles and electric guitars “Flying High on Jesus.” The power of prayer lifts.
Power garage rock from The Guitirate hails “Uncle Jesus Flying Through the Stars.” Up up and away.
Name Eight [BLUE ALERT]
The cup-holder of the team, Blitzen pulls right next to Santa. Is respect due?
Perhaps some experimental garage rock rom Terra Ram will ease the indifference. “Blitzen” is a BLUE ALERT a stream-of-consciousness rant about being left behind. Sounds right.
X-claim: whoa
It’s not time to call a halt to the song collecting, but a good WHOA now and then will cause a pause to reflect and collect ourselves. Or, to paraphrase Neo from ‘The Matrix’: THAT”S AMAZING!
“Giddyap, Giddyap, Whoa Santa” takes its cue from popular 1960s rock. The Golden Orchestra and Singers knew how to squeeze out a kidsong back then. Hoo hoo!
Matt Hanley handily dispatches our funny ideas with his experimental garage “Whoa Christmas.” It’s an overwhelming time, and i think that ol’ Xmas oughta just take a step back.
Wait, Christmas
Sometimes we talk to Xmas like it can hear us. (Not like annoying coworkers who don’t talk about what we talk about.) This apostrophe serves Greek epic poets more than modern songsters.
Heart carefully, slowly pops their “Christmas Waits” like it’s from a Burt Bacharach workshop. Nothing but patience in this weak tempo.
Remus improves the musical air with garage romance. “Christmas can Wait” puts the loved one above the holiday. If she can’t be here, then put it on hold, boychick.