Christmas again. More songs about that. Again.
Denny Lane (Eddie Hardin) adds obligation to the season when he pop gospels “Peace Must Come Again.” It’s convincing, if not joyful.
Sylva seems to surrender to the redux because “You Can’t Change Christmas.” Driving rockpop that not so much reminds as just keeps going. Like it.
It’s a mixed bag that Christmas was here, then it was gone. But then it’s back. How’s a body to feel?
Rob Lord spells it out plainly: “Christmas Time Again” and the kiddies go, ho ho ho. Or something. Declarative rock.
“So Glad It’s Christmas Again” is the opposite Rob from Amersfoort means in his mealy mouthed pop electronica. He’s sick of the lies.
Well baby, baby. Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Christmas Time Again” is a special time of year that barely deserves a r’n’r breath. ‘Glad’ about their ‘favorite’ time of year gets lost in the cautious pickings. Low key hallelujah.
Christmas coming ’round again may have some effect on the comings and goings of the romance in your life.
Starting out with some honkytonk heartbreaking tinkling, Nicki Bluhm vocalizes how “Christmas Again” means missing you–again. It’s a trigger.
Keith Sweat smooves the R+B pain in “It’s Christmas Again.” Blue–‘cuz only once a year… uh… you. Hey, what’s the real story here?
The Wintersong Band have a cowboy country rock weeper in “Christmas Again.” It won’t be–without you. Powerful.
Tommy James hair-rocks the pop in “It’s Christmas Again.” This time, i guess, he forgot to say goodbye. But, then, Christmas again. For some reason that hurts so tunefully.
The Mavericks swing and sway with the bebopping “One More Christmas.” See, that’s all he needs to win her back. Shoop-de-woop. It’s far gone, cats.
Shake it off! The time after Xmas is just time. Neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. Make it so, Number One.
Kenny Hines takes the ornaments off the tree one by one in his “Post Christmas Song,” reliving the significance from Granny, Santa, and Jesus. It’s all good with his American rock smartness.
John Vosel & The Party Crashers have got more direction with their post-X plans. “Santa Claus is Going to the Super Bowl” with ’80s discount rock’n’roll, so wave your lighters like you didn’t spray your hair.
So, we missed the connection this Christmas? Was there anything at all? Should i give up now? And not wait?
Alex Goot doesn’t hold out quite as much hope for “Next Christmas Eve,” a soul/pop test of vocal chords.
Casting the possibilities among swine, Emmrose wonders whether there’s love in your soul. “Maybe Next Christmas” you’ll know. Lugubrious pop.
Just ask! Will You Still Love Me “Two Weeks After Christmas” Man Feelings want to know with retro pop coolness. Don’t know the answer, but i sure enjoyed the querying.
’50s slow-dance rock backs up The Barbary Coasters as they ask the perennial question: “Will You Still Love Me (After Christmas Break)?” Evidence will be presented, clues will be investigated, friends asked. Yet, the mystery remains.
Now that the holiday’s done, what about making a living? Resume.
On the one hand, Luke Turton is overwhelmed by the smelly mess to the point where he Britpop wishes he were back to work in “Christmas was Yesterday.” Anglo-specific, i s’pose.
Shama and PD’s “Post Christmas Slump” also moans over how there’s nothing to do, not even work. Electro-slow pop sounds like suffering. (Watch out for odd TV-binge solo.)
Matt Roach nails the rock with “‘Twas the Day After Christmas.” Everyone’s lost the joy and they’re back to being jerk, jerk jerks. We’re on the downhill slide away from the goodness now.
How’s the jolly one doing right after the Big Show? ‘Sgotta be a relief, hey?
Little Fish grinds out some blues POV the fat man with “Day After Christmas Blues.” He suffers for your gains, children. Feel it.
“The Day After Christmas” begins with an elf kegger then gets worse. Then even worse. Barbershop a cappella juices the horror a la The Chromatics.
“Santa Claus. December 26” brought to you by Tony Thaxton (feat. Matt Taylor) details the symptoms of overwork the Saint suffers the day after. Groovy beach rock (though i’m having trouble with Brad here, too).
Christmas? That was so yesterday! I’m waiting for one one!
Kris Allen has a hand-clappin’ retro rock reason for why “Baby, Won’t You Wait Until the New Year.” She’s dumping him. Let’s put a pin in that, Baby.
Getting hypoxic with suspense can lead to high pitched keening, which, any other time of the year is annoying but just before Xmas, is parentally preferred. Go figure. Squeak it up, singers!
Light and airy kid frolicsome, Doug & Deb rock the uke for “I Just Can’t Wait ’til Christmas.” It’s nearly ragtime in its earnest energy.
Perky a bit more than the music allows, “I Can Hardly Wait for Christmas” is Michael Gurley’s entry in the sing-along easy rock family time glee.
Dean Kelly switches up the Britpop to punk pogo with “Can’t Wait Until Christmas.” Catchy as Covid, innit?
Kenn Rowell & The Baghdaddies up the folk rock with shouted singing about the good old times in “I Can Hardly Wait ’til Christmas.” Not earbusting, but leaping and goofing like it’s okay.
Class up the kidsong, zip up the talent and tempo, and we have less than a mess and more of a cynical manipulation. I can’t help how i can’t stomach Raffi and his ilk.
Some imagination over food and Santa interaction boosts “Can’t Wait for Christmas Morning” by Johanna Lewis. But the sweetly humble kid intonations make me pick this as a song for the retirement home, rather than the romper room.
The Texas twang of Rosie Flores imbues corrido-stylings to “Watchoo Waitin’ for Christmas?” lofting it to higher musical levels. ‘Cause then there’s food again. And then there’s accordion, and honkytonk piano. Finally the stilted beat seems almost reprimanding. Can’t recommend this to anyone under 55.
The message in “I Can’t Wait!” by Patch the Pirate is unbearable anticipation for Grandma to open the special present from ME, the kid. Showtune shenanigans that feels by-the-numbers for all its ingenuity.
Warmed over retro rock for the chilluns should set me back on my heels, but i’m only slightly offended by The Wiggles crooning “Just Can’t Wait for Christmas Day.” It stinks of dad-hobby, but the boys’ve got talent: C-.