Sudden inhalation!!
The Creatures bang the the post punk beat solidly for “Red Wrapping Paper.” This seasonal beat poetry is punctuated with a burst, flash, gasp, and more.
Emery Ball deconstructs what it means to say “MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY (JESUS).” Indie jazz depicts even that infant’s first gasp of life. Effective.
Christmas is dead, 3EyedCrow crows in the AI “Sleigh Wrecked (No More Merry).” Your final gasp is measured. No quarter is given in this iconoclastic inferno of pop metal.