Category: BLUE MATERIAL

Cori Connors covers Tarja’s observance how much “You Would Have Loved This“. (This = winter.) She packs a punch in this soft indie pop with power vocals.

Also hemmed in by the winter weather, Alison Trelfa doodles around easy listening jazz with “It’s Not Christmas Without You“.

David McMullen’s “Christmas Without You” is just as bathetic, and he’s ready to yacht rock call it all off.

What the funk? Don Lee’s “Black Christmas” is especially dark without you. Turn it up.

James Coyle begins mid-breakup with the poignantly mean-spirited “A Very AIDS-y Christmas“. BLUE ALERT, but hilarious (if you ask me) pop. An encore of comic excess.

Again, this is a misused and misunderstood label. Not exactly a diagnosis from the DSM.

Clearly, Kittenfish Mountain’s “One of the Most Insane Christmas Eves I Ever Spent” is not all that nutso, just a dream. Despite what my missus tells me, every dream is so weird–even asking for your shoes.

The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society delights in the horrors of early XXth Century lit to carol out disturbance, despair, and psychic destruction. “I’m Dreaming of a Dead City” sees Cthulhu when he’s sleeping. “Little Rare Book Room” checks out The Necronomicon only to the elite. “Mountains of Madness” sic Shoggoth on us campers. Then Dagon Tabernacle Choir has to one-up them with the Hannukah special “Tentacles“. What an Arkham spectacle.

Not caring a whit about sanity, The Hot Buttered Elves’ “Tiny Happy Plastic Gumball Machine Santa Luck Charm” charms with diva lounge blues and rando lyrics.

It doesn’t take many years of training to figure “Santa Was Eating The Christmas Tree” is not stable behavior. Dysfunctional Family Band runs cute with kidsong feels. Don’t listen too carefully to the big guy’s rationalization. (IF it was dream, then the dreamer’s kookoo.)

Santa can’t bring you “Mental Health“, softly pops NmMindstorm without hope. Gifts aren’t appreciated fully without it. Oh, and BLUE ALERT

Andrew X is not really feeling it, in fact all he feels is that it’s “Christmas Far Away“. Despite going through the symphonic piano reflective pop motions, nothing gels. (Perhaps because of those last five words.)

“Dashboard Lights” are the only that matter for Christmas Boyz in this garage indie anti-sentimental Aussie rant. Does crack hisself up, tho.

Song Boys up the amperage a bit for “Nothin’ To Do With Christmas“. Still not happy in their garage for garage’s sake, despite the grand shreddin’.

Not looking forward to Christmas this year is Bleed the Dream with their emotional (ha ha) indie “No Smiles on Christmas“. Something about heartbreak, i think, but definitely Millennially mopey.

mikemikemike hides behind a lot of filter for “Fuck You Xmas“. This sophistry BLUE ALERTS the BLUE ALERT in order to BLUE ALERT. I suspect through all this static that self harm is your gift from him. Oddly pop.

Sometimes the holidays is just about being the best. How is this judged? Who cares, shut up, you lose.

Contests on the deck is part of “Christmas In Florida” by Guitar George Pjevach. Not sure what games are played, though Limbo is mentioned. Losers get Triple Sec, so–let’s go!

The BLUE ALERT “Christmas Contest (Judged by Me)” is a personal test to find who’s the best lady. The Power of Truth rocks pop while giving oral exams.

“The Contest of the Holly and the Ivy” from Cassie and Maggie is more gentile and folk Celtic to balance out that other thing. I can’t tell who won… anybody?

Clear a path to the bathroom! Monica Mathern’s “Yuletide Eggnog Chugging Contest” brings out the worst in all takers. Emerging rock.

Dr. BLT borrows Pachelbel to help tell of the “Christmas Rap Contest“. Yeah, it’s rap. Mostly.

AI to the rescue! Rodney Munch’s “The Company’s Ugly Sweater Contest” gets BLUE ALERT competitive in the worst way. Who’s first and who’s worst? Pop music with some metal edges goes after Susan. Look out!