Year-round Yuletide oddities
Richards and Fitch put the worst outlook to fluffy folk pop in “Santa Don’t Believe in Me.” It’s tit for tat down by the Nativity.
“What If Santa Doesn’t Believe in Us?” is the homily from Andrew J. Mair & Another Joyful Mess. It’s easy listening with an agenda. Prepare to feel guilty.
Shack 25 runs around town looking for the truth. As “Santa Don’t Believe in Me” it don’t reckon they can handle the truth. Pop frolicking.
The Winter Failure returns triumphantly with their particular brand of echoic folk, “I Don’t Believe in Santa.” But–what if they’re wrong….
Walter J Productions offers up more (AI?) cynicism with the prog-pop “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” What if Queen wrote a lame kidsong–?
Alfred tries some ‘a cappella’ jive rap with “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” What instruments is he mouthing? I can’t even tell.
The funkiest refusal might be Blues Boy Bo witnessing what he saw when he went to his baby’s. “Don’t Believe in Santa” is blues for I Guess I’ll Shoot ‘im.
Часовщики psychobilly just a bit in the superior rocker “Those People Really Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” This could be xenophobic, but it’s fun. So I choose to ascribe the reference to Capitalists. What a hoot.
Big Marvelous grumbles out rap just between him and The Great Deliverer: “Kids Don’t Believe in Santa.” It’s the city kids, not me….
C&C Worship goes there with the cheesy pop “Jesus Don’t Believe in Santa.” This is likely AI, but someone went to the trouble to put these figures in a deathmatch battle. Hey now.
More AI from Nicholas Decker pits legend ‘gainst legend further in “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” Its presents vs. presence. Cheesy pop.
clockworkbird and japmn uncrank some industrial pop into slomo folk for “I Don’t Believe in Santa.” Who hurt you?
“Don’t Believe in Santa Claus” by ShitBricks is more band practice than garage. Know your exits at all times.
Clown School Dropout’s “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus No More (War on Christmas Version)” mixes media, but stays in the slow lane of rock (or maybe the short bus of pop–i can’t tell from here). Perhaps it’s only global agenda philosophy that makes it dull.
“I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus” care of The Matt Lewis Experience also takes its time with carefully considered nihilism. Rocking folk pop that makes you think/not care.
Tony Marriott croons indie with his weepie “I Don’t Believe in Santa.” Not quite surf-rock, but quite danceable.
Also sad, Luke Mitchell & The Rambunctions make lounge out of indie with “I Don’t Believe in Santa Clause.” Believing in love doesn’t completely get you off the hook, ya doubter you.
Ken’s Loud Band sings the blues with “I Don’t Believe in Santa.” Certainly hard times will follow this choice of views. Brought it on yourself.
ALESKA’s death metal “We Don’t Believe in Santa Claus Anymore” kinda marches to its own drummer, but this pogo rant leans into indulgence.
Fashionable Glasses believe in nothing in the EDM “Nothing But The Bells On.” Not that they believe in music, but they are fantasizing about you mostly naked. Oh.
Bob for Apples reels us back to indie easy listening with “For Christmas’ Sake.” A lot of contentiousness, including not believing–out of spite, i reckon.
Taylor Ashton ups the cool factor with indie folk (it’s banjo-tastic) in the existential crisis “Santa’s Song (I Don’t Believe in Myself).” See what you’ve gone and done, kids!
There is no Santa Claus maintains Orgy in their angry metal “Santa’s Creepy Secret.” It’s over like Donkey Clover.
Again: Jack Douglass returns with the definitive gainsay “Santa Ain’t Real (So Grow the Hell Up.” Popsy dopsy, but this time tweaked beyond belief.
Blake Foster & The LTF Nonbelievers try to Dylanize the sentiment with their “Santa Claus Ain’t Real.” Seems cuter this way.
The Damned play with the words in their punk “There Ain’t No Sanity Claus.” Wasn’t that a Marx Brothers bit?
Again: “Santa Is a Fake” by Arne Hansen & The Guitarspellers is the hard (dad) rock that digs deep into the heartache of growing up. The word’s out.
Little Suzy also faces reality in News at 5’s “Calling Out for Santa.” This is the hard-nosed takeaway from Mom’s unremitting cancer. Then Timmy suffers from Dad’s alcoholic abuse. Janey’s son gets it worse. And Santa won’t help. Brutal folk.
Summer Camp poops all over your beliefs with “Here Again.” Indie cynicism to feed your depression.
The Vandals decide gift-giving is moot since “I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.” Punk dissection of our hypocrisy. And humor.
I have about a dozen versions of “Don’t Believe in Christmas” from Smash Mouth to Pearl Jam. But they all repeat without embellishing upon the original verzh from The Sonics 1965 (except perhaps for some of the foreigners).
Again: Otis Gibbs ups the skepticism with “Lookin’ Like a Hippie.” Groovy fiddlin’ makes this blues, but i’m bustin’ my sides on this one.
Merrill Leffmann presents “Daddy Says,” a cute bluegrass ensemble about a dubious kid. Tough logistics. Good stuff.
After an awkward gift exchange among millennials, Santa shows up shouting I’M FOR REAL! It’s all part and parcel for the garage fun of Corbeta Corbata’s “The Spirit Of Giving (Santa’s Lament).” Intense.
Libandano Urfam (ft. Libandano Urfam) tests our patience with the experimental rock “Awful Christmas Rap.” I don’t believe it.
Sure gonna be disappointed “If Santa Don’t Come See Me” declares Allie Jo Thomas. This uncertainty is one of the stages of Advent. As kidsong, it swings.
Bhi Bhiman is merely asking “Who’s Up There?” Motown sound makes the inquiry an accusation, in the funkiest sense possible. The answer: whatever.
While we’re in the inquisitive vein, “How Do You Forward Your Mail (From The North Pole)?” snarks The Silver Bells with indie flair. I mean, it’s just a little form from the post office, come on.
“Why Can’t You be Real, Santa?!” moans King Lou on the verge of losing it in front of the kids and everything. Easy listening awfulness.