The big breakthrough in aerobicizing anonymously, this cassette tape player (originally) helped close off the world.
This was big on the wishlists of old, as testified to in “Erryday Xmas” by CrossAmillion. Musicbox rap.
For your information, from those who “Grew up in the 90’s” the Walkman was redesigned to feed off CDs. Too Many T’s raps to R+B to edify youse like. Just the goodies, Xmas implied.
“Christmas ’85” might be the height of the cassette craze, so Austin Martinez pops the music of brandnames and fads, including our handheld device.
Skye Sweetnam wonders “Why Doesn’t Santa Like Me?” But in her cheesy rock pop denouement it was all a misunderstanding and she got candy and a CD. So, dinner and a show.
One of the nightmares of “Working Christmas Day” is having to listen to the crapy CD the manager plugs into the sound system. The Wind-Up Birds garage their pain for your pleasure.
It’s an “Inglorious” life for Tyler, the Creator who only wanted CDs for his birthday or Christmas. He got CDs. BLUE ALERT rap, bc life is like that.
E. Breez also BLUE ALERT raps about “Coming To Town (2021 Remaster),” but he only gets DVDs and CDs and not Jordans. Still, not as angry.
More wistfully, Francis Blume reminisces about another “Christmas Coming Down” set to the CD player’s noise (especially Joni’s ‘River’). Get help, man.
Ginny Loon also indies the sentiment while “Polishing The Stars.” This one misses you, and she attempts to Put on the CD and pyjamas with the stars on and your name still on the label. Yikes.
Microscopically more upbeat, Mirabilis Collective, feat. Julia Nicholls goes the chamber music pop route for “Christmas Is Here“–as demarcated by putting on that old CD, loud.
More recently, “Pop Punk Christmas” does what it claims, crediting CD compilations. Secret Secret Dino Club has fun with it.
But, that CD can be a weapon. Saint Godfather’s “Santa Claus Is A Metalhead” demonstrates St. Nick’s displeasure when He’s gonna get you Britney Spears CDs. Lordy, how naughty WERE you?
Mike Bryant gets old school RnR honky tonk in his “We’re Gonna Rock Around The Christmas Tree Tonight.” To start the rock, CDs will be played–despite the ’50s sock hop theme. Can’t hold a good disk down.
The Most Popular means of music recording of the ’80s, the small case full of magnetic tape spool, is only an archaeological relic today.
NOFX makes the garage point with “One Million Coasters.” This jubilant inventory of archaic must-haves includes CDs, Betamax, and cassette tapes. You can use them as Christmas tree ornaments! so they claim. Boss.
Acetune slips some Carrib into the rap of “Xmas in the 90’S.” Cassette music offers backdrop.
AI strikes back with “Christmas Songs,” some on cassette. DuoGlass brings the growly rap.
More AI recalls how home-made talent shows haunted our desk drawers for decades in “Empty Stockings.” Ruby Thorne slams moody rock into folk pop for some messy genre mashing.
We may have learned from popular movies that the home-made theft of popular albums was an expression of love. “Mixtape for Christmas” by Hey Monday is cheesy pop celebrating young puppy dog eyes. Makes me dizzy.
Finally some moody rap that takes us on a nostalgic beat: “snow in las vegas” by ELITHEGR8 (Elijah Lee). Playing vinyl is just one more symptom of the season.
Jolly R+B rap from James Barmore instructs one to produce “Hot Chocolate,” including the often discounted step–holidays classicvinyl hitting on the spin.
“Big Price” is the rap Luke Jenison (feat. Big Wy’s Brass Band)–set to some killa jazz/blues band–identifies what’s on the vinyl (Marvin Gaye). So let’s stay specific.
Give me all the sounds, bemoans C-SKY in her R+B pop “Sad Christmas” song. There IS something about playing records that whirl us into self reflected misery.
Alfie Jukes plays the radio and Frank Sinatra on vinyl for the most romantic party in town when it’s the “Second Christmas Day” he’s in love with you. Sweet, but needy indie.
Wanting a “Cowboy for Christmas.” Runaway June oddly eschews Gene for more Frank with some bopping jump blues honky tonk. Yee (haw).
Also spinning Frank on vinyl, Emma Klein gets trembly in her indie pop when she’s feeling how “Christmas Feels Different this Year.” Love does that.
Alysha Amerson goes full pop (still showtime) with her “Christmas Town.” This time it’s Buble on this vinyl. The WHOLE album? Oh, there’s also Mariah. Oh well.
“holiday vinyl” is John Cedrick picking up ’90s emo-rock to spin the ambience (Take your pick/Is it Britney or Mariah?) of the fireplace party.
“Another Sappy Xmas Love Song” features Dolly-like Maja Francis adding to the western oeuvre of being naughty (she scratched your favorite Elliot vinyl).
Loretta Lynn and Ricky spinning on vinyl cause some boot-scootin’ bluegrass for Anne Wilson’s “Kentucky Fried Christmas.” Grab your rafters, kids.
Better taste from Jessie T strikes up the Dean Martin while CW “Decorating that Tree.” Sadly, better listening does not equate into better composing.
Jesabel sets the “Christmas Mood” with Bing on vinyl. THAT’s whole lotta love better. Thank you. Fluttery, syncopated R+B.
Not simply another form of record, vinyl has such snobby connoisseurs (hi, Dave) that it might as well be the only authentic transpo for melody.
Look no further than “Love Over Instagram” an AI country tweaker from Jingle Bots. Recycling, craft beer, vinyl… it’s positively caveman cool.
“Indie Rock Christmas” is a grabby anthem from Hawksley Workman that ’80s-fies the wish list so that including vinyl ain’t quite out of style yet. Antic.
Candy canes and vinyl records and hot cocoa are lumped all together by AI when Dobeidy rocks the mood in “Under the Christmas Lights.” An EFF for effort.
Snowflakes and vinyl are the whole list for pop AI in Paul Bill Jr.’s “Christmas Wishlist.” No, wait, YOU is the only thing on the list. That other stuff is background.
“X12 Days of XXXMASX” is screaming punk care of From First to Last, wherein rare vinyl appears at no. 7. It’s a time capsule of angry wanting from the ’90s. Thanks, Friendster.
More haunted AI proclaims “Christmas LoFi Chill” as the vinyl spins. Niboyeang fills the pop bin with slop.
It’s quiet here let’s hear a tune, start up the vinyl, Kval kvetches in echoic whispery indie that dooms the mood of “Christmas is Bliss.” Please play this at my funeral.
“Old Fashioned Christmas” for Danielle Apicella involves slow dancing to vinyl. I approve of this soul ballad.
“Old Fashioned Christmas” gets closer to present day every generation. Vinyl records not MP3s is nostalgia for Joe Frye’s soft country pop.
At least the “Festive Records” of _PatrickConnor engage imagery when We dance around the room, vinyl crackling like it’s crunching snow. Falsetto pop.
“Christmas Vinyl” is caterwauling from Greencowme that puts this product under the tree where it belongs. Bluesy rap.
Shellac, polyvinyl, wax, platter, and licorice pizza were the modes of transportation for many decades when it came to playing the hits. Do we sing about THAT?
Huey ‘Piano’ Smith and The Clowns jellyroll the blues when “All I Want for Christmas” are a few albums here and there. Pump it up, kids.
Oh, record spinning as I’m dreaming about how to get you alone, wails Chris Stapleton (with Kelly Clarkson) from a place of pathos in this diva jazz of dance music:”Glow.”
Let’s turn the TV off and put that old record on/And dance in the dark, croons Leona Lewis to Ne-Yo in the bedroom eyes R+B sashayer “Kiss me It’s Christmas.” Hope it doesn’t get stuck.
You bought my records, come to see my show/That’s why James Brown love you so, sings James Brown in “Soulful Christmas.” That’s enough meta, thank you.
Mandisa wants records (and movies) to make you feel like “It’s Christmas.” Thumping loud soul.
“The Christmas Album” by Aecerd is the garage screamer of a finale for their christmas album entitled Christmas Album. It screams.
Lisa Biales is composing her “Christmas Record” while belting out her process with melding genres and pushing that fourth wall. Well done, despite its self congratulatory tendency.
“Emergency Christmas Album” is Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer’s ‘rap’ attempt to get me to reconsider going meta some more. This album does in fact seem to be a panacea for all your Xmas woes.
B-Shoc (feat. Mello) raps osut “The Christmas Clap” to let your Jesus shine.
Twinkle Toes Music use a taboo jazz backbeat for the piddling kidsong “Ring the Bells It’s Christmas Time.” There’s also dancing and clapping, and i heard in an extended cut, there’s occupying.
That beats The Hit Crew’s “Chanukah Medley” all to condescending pieces. Sure it’s ‘Happy You Know It’ and ‘Farmer in the Dell,’ but there’s no klezmer!
Baby Big Mouth gets straight to it with the kidsong. “Clap for Christmas” is more original melodically, even if there’s no actual melody.
“Clap Clap Clap For Father Christmas” smuggles in some polka for the kidsong. Friends Of Father Christmas may want you to conga line this muddle, but it’s too trying.
“Applause for Santa Claus” is slightly more CW than kidsong, but Ray Austin is measured and safe for all the ovation.
The Benefit’s “Christmas Time (Clap Three Times)” is a technical foul, insomuch as no actual claps are named in the song (only the title). Yet, as ultra-short cheer-based pop, it rules.
“Clap! For Christmas” by Nique de Monet fudges a smidge as well (subbing the sound for the word; i mean–onomatopoeia). But this EDM rap is ’90s electronica infectious. Feelin’ the neon.
Also raging, “Let’s Clap” by UpROAR Music gets carried away with this call and seems to miss the party theme. I do find myself, however, erm, uhh, clapping.
Shameia gets mighty gospel upon “Clap for Him.” It’s for Jesus’ attention getting right there in the pews. Then, scat.
“Clap Your Hands for Christmas” demand Johnny & The Raindrops with old fashioned R’n’R. Now scream! It’s to wake Santa!
It’s a protective reflex, but largely under our control. Hawk tui.
“Christmas (In the Year of Austerity)” is not healthy. Leeroy Stagger takes the maudlin unplugged folk rock Prine approach, barely lingering on Santa’s tubercular sound.
“Glasses for Christmas” according to The Stetsons Electric are just right for the times. Santa allows for this ask, as the asker had a Covid cough for half of last year. But it was a near thing. Hard rocking.
And then there’s COVID-19. Phill Black R+Bs the plea: Don’t Give Me “COVID for Christmas.” I think I just heard a cough! Okay who just sneezed!
The Oldhouse is having the worst time. “Christmas Lights (Year After Year)” is an endless decay of fun, like that time you choked on a snowflake and coughed up a lung. Delightful pop dirge.
