OKXO is racing ennui against malaise with the upbeat “Hell of a Christmas.” You don’t really care If the world ends tomorrow he maintains, so forget the whole thing. Huh, kids today.
Joe Dolezal swings pop around the world. They seem to have Christmas every where. Then he belts out “Do They Have Christmas in Hell?” Check with Trip Advisor.
Could it get any worse? Ask Two-Ton Santa! The paperboy hanged his cat! Do learn more meanness check out “Merry Christmas From Hell.” Unplugged lite rock.
“The Ultimate Boon” is The Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra’s cutie-pie spinout of frustrations and desperations for the holidays. And Jan. 12… and Mar. 22…. guess it’s interminable. –oh no, the title is more sinister than we thought.
According to Tim, Xmas in NYC is “Christmas Hell.” Grinding alt-rock with a bit of a lisp.
Mr. Fist is pretty emphatic, and repetitive, for “Christmas in Hell,” a cacophony of pop music.
A new kind of Hell is Christmas “Without Colby.” Bar Dracul indies up the idea by admitting: Colby’s not my lover; He’s my favourite character on TV. And he’s written off. So no more Colby. (Animal Kingdom? I dunno.)
Tim Franklin has a frantic guitar rocker in “There’s No Christmas in Hell.” See, he’s damned and tormented forever. But he’s mostly upset about the title thing.
It’s not going well when it’s “Christmas in Hell.” This just in from Guesthouse with tinkly pop percussion.
Humblebrag offers that you should just go have a “Christmas in Hell.” Twisted mix of jazz band and punk and rock. A bit more of their critical judgments and i might just go. Leave Chupacabra out of it!
Sheol, Gehenna, and Hades get name dropped in the Bible, but Hell arrives centuries later as taken from Old Germanic. It’s not as old as God. It’s a human thing. We need it. But do we need it… for Xmas?
Smiling Friends from Adult Swim has a brief ditty about “Christmas in Hell.” The jazzy pop is so light that they sing Aitch – Ee – Double Ell.
Why can’t every day be like “Christmas in Hell” goes the caffeinated pop of Young Satan. Careful what you curse for.
“Christmas In Hell” is where These Stains Are Who I Am discover themselves at an importune time. Spanky showtune for those who want to clap along with their ultimate and very detailed misfortune. Hee hee.
“Merry Christmas Satan” from Night Smoker is more of his greetings to you than sucking up to his forked tongue. Short hard metal rock.
Terry Silva picks at a sore i’ve been worried about. If JC’s appearance opened the way for forgiveness from grievous sin, what’s to stop an enterprising young no nogudnik from transgressing (as in BLUE ALERT: Worship Satan’s cock), then seeking forgiveness again and again. “Christmas Songs” may not settle that quandary, but the would is flowing freely now thanks to his subtle pop.