Grade School pop out “This Christmas Is Boring I Wish It Were Spring Instead” like a Northerner who can’t stand even one more inch of snow. Some nice electric guitar whining.
Licensed shrink Dr. BLT insists that you “Take Christmas With You When You Go“. Cheerless, because heartbroken. Some hurt can’t be tinseled.
New Lovers snarl and slur “Like It’s Christmas” like it’s a chore. Cha cha indie. (Those Irish lads, they don’t seem to mind….)
The Classic Brown faces chucking it all in “Playing Christmas (relit)“, an indie with an hollow aftertaste.
Jiggly Caliente steps outs of the drag gaiety to list down the problems with a “Ratchet Christmas“. Gettin’ twisted never looked so ghetto.
No one would welcome a “Hard-Hearted Christmas (Polar Powerhouse)“, but Ages indie pops the sympathy you might need for suffering its vicissitudes. Then the brass carries me away–!!
