Year-round Yuletide oddities
A sung “Christmas Caroling (Skit)” by THE GLOOOB reminds us that not all carols are golden oldies. By all means, call the police.
“Caroling” as per Nestled Like Spoons reminds us that indie music is not like caroling, yet can whine about any subject that crowds into your everyday life.
“Christmas Caroling” brought to you by Oregon Repertory Singers reminds us that old stuff is pretty out there. Okay chorale.
Little known fact, when The Nativity occurred “The Birds Go a-Caroling“–including owls, jays, and some wacky woodpecker on a drum. All Together Now make an antique instrument folk meal out of this. Birds is the words.
L&R commit to a lively rap with “Our Caroling Song.” Goofy with a great bass line.
Listen, listen, command Katy and Kiki when the “Carol Singers” swoop in. If you can, i guess, you should clap your hands and stomp your feet. Oh, it’s a kid song.
“Our Carol” is James Harland-Wright’s love ballad in three-quarter handclapping woohooing pop. Not something to spread around the neighborhood.
RoadsArt resorts to instrumental backdrops with the word “Caroling” called out throughout this jazz escapade. Sets a mood.
Comedy break! Gary Gulman takes “Christmas Caroling” to task, especially ‘Jingle Bells’–as only a left-out of the suburban traditions Jewish man can do justly. Ha, figgy, ha.
Dick Van Dyke & Jane Lynch declare to the big band that “We’re Going Caroling.” He’ll be a hundred this Christmas, which means yes he’s still alive. Hooray.
Drake be “Caroling for You” with synthesized rap R+B electronica. This might be odd.
The Enhancer doo wop “Caroling in the Snow.” Boots laced up tight, cats.
“Caroling in the Snow” from Al, Alice and Ruth gets folk distracted by the treats rewarded to the performers. ADHD might improve your caroling.
“Caroling Vampires” might be a figment of Concave Onion’s collective disease. But this cacophonous rock is ripe for novelty harvest.
The Sack the Sacks only seemed pissed off about “Christmas Caroling.” The have resting bitch experimental garage face. It burns!
Singing about singing Naming the Twins is “Caroling On.” Medieval harmony.
“A Caroler Passed” is slurred pop from Mike Good FM about the passage of time, not the passage of an entertainer. Can’t wait.
Nuclear Garden is less anticipatory in his brief rap-pish “Caroling Cucks.” They just keep knocking.
I’ve noted a Neil Diamond parody like this before, but Nick Darrow’s “Street Caroling” is a bit more approachable, if not as professional. Funny stuff.
Is “The Scary Caroler” merely a metaphor and not a singer? Lambchop puffs up his poetry with carnal imagery and metonymy enough to choke a wassailer.
“I Shot a Caroler” is the micro-short of a song from Sleigher. Screaming garage about something awkward that happened just outside the garage.
The Summer Januaries belt out not-quite-retro folk rock about becoming a “Christmas Caroler Mercenary” as an alternative to just sucking. It’s how he meets her. Happily sung after.
Jack Martian is playing it cool when he tells the “Caroler” at his not to cry. It’s all just make believe. Apt for the indie blues here, but freezing proselytizers don’t wanna hear that.
BLUE ALERT! Dollar Signs is drunk and alone, so–time to become a “Caroler“! It doesn’t end well, but the rushed indie folk indicates thusly. Altogether now: ralph!
Ricky Mirage synths thoughtful pop about those “Merry Carolers.” Let them in! he orders. Nicely done.
Ala Brech hosts AI rap about inner city singing. “Neon Caroling” is more cute than dull, but dammed if i can tell the intended demographic.
Tony Guerrero strikes up a big band to compel us. “We’re Going Caroling” is unsubtle swing.
Three Days Wait have an itch to get the band together and go “Caroling.” Truly indie in form and function. and it rocks.
Window Business hearkens back a few centuries to address the beggary of the “Aged Carolers” who would like only a meager crust of nourishment for their harmonious efforts. Crackerjack Gregorian style.
John Tucker employs a fey alto to address you, “Caroler.” He seems to be describing rather than praising you with his peppy pop.
“O Caroler,” Chris Daily wants you to change your tune and leave all those old songs back there. Plodding folk indie that you might want to play at your funeral.