Category: altrock

Jessica Lynne Witty mopes about everyone else partying merry-like, but for her “It Don’t Feel Like Christmas” when you’re not there. Country swing with a shot of the blahs.

For Music for the Soul “It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas This Year” for similar reasons. This jazzy blues has more of a self-harm feel to it.

Also missing you Brian C Dexter (feat. Stephanie Day) warbles out the indie “It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas” but mostly bc it’s like Californy (no snow!).

“It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas” is Timmy Sean’s uptempo downbeat surfer take on she’s-not-that-into-you. There’s plenty more blinkers on the tree, buddy.

Eddie Parsons whines how “It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas” without you. Again. This time, folk. Had enough?

“It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas” by Ben Coleman is a more depressive indie from someone who just doesn’t fit in. ‘Tis the suicide season! (Yeah, i blame TV as well.)

“Silent Night, Boring Night” is an expected choral parody by Roxie Maisel. Okay, the growing Jewish resentment was entertaining.

Nothing else matters, sing By Surprise in “No Mistletoe” about Xmas. But they just don’t care. And they sing that too. Existentializing indie with amp overloads.

Ben Smith ‘s “Last Needle” begins as an ode to a dying Xmas tree, but actually celebrates his breakup with you. He’s fine with it, as so much of those holiday chores were onerous. Echoic retro pop.

It’s a King Thing approaches holiday love like, oh i dunno, something or other. “Embrimas” is romance without affect, holiday without a care, music without motion.

Not wanting to go out but only stay in, Stayers report on “Chicken Ridiculous” with an indolence grown of having been there donned that. Slow roll club indie.

Young Statues does go out, but then loses interest singing “I Don’t Wanna Know What’s Under Your Tree“. Kids seem to blame somehow in this indie pop bandsplosion.

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–!!

‘A Christmas Story’ leaves me tired. But it inspires gifts, nostalgia, and larfs.

The whole Red Ryder yada yada thing has been done here before.

 Rod Kim has a personal reaction to the heartfelt scheming of the kid who needs something his parents won’t approve of in “Merry Christmas Ralphie“, a folk pop tale of woe.

John McCutcheon, hoever, overdoes the sentiment with the funny jug band behest: “Tommy Don’t Lick That Pipe“.

Running out of days, but TV shows need a glancing at, too.

Chris Isaak is watching “Christmas on TV” while missing his loved ones. It’s our theme summed up in honky tonk.

Was hepped to DJ John’s “The Christmas Massacre of Charlie Brown” years ago by Pete da Elf. This slipping and sampling is classic comedy car crashing.

Mirror Eyes belts out blues with “Out Of All The Charlie Browns In The World, I’m The Charlie Browniest“. No actual peanuts were harmed during the writing of this tribute.

“The Christmas Team” may not refer to TV shows any more than borrowing a theme song, but Chinese Tony Danza gives it all. Gasp.

“Remember When Gilbert Gottfried Was Santa Claus In An Episode of Billy and Mandy” asks Birthing Stirrups in a garage rock rattle.

The Not Fur Longs rerun HeMan cartoons with the odd “Christmas in Eternia” song that appeared one time in the ’70s. They fleshed out that ditty to indie epicness, stuttering all the while.

5 Chinese Brothers rock the country with an odd tale that smushes reality with cine-magic in “And to All a Good Night.” ‘Santa Conquers the Martians’ gets a meme!

During a “California Snow” Kathryn Anne Davis catches a few holiday shows. Plunky new age indie.

William the Angel learns of Yuletide customs in the indie rock “What Do I Find There?” Rob Mathes takes us there with gentle criticism.

Fun kersplosions in the sky may be limited to Disney World, but they are a fun show.

Jonathan Meur mentions fireworks in re NYC (useta be a thing) among other festivities in the indie “December by the Isle of You.” It’s a love song.

KIMSUNGHOON prefers AI to express the joy of the “Holiday Fireworks Rock Show.” It’s soft rock, more ballideering.

OKXO gets all meh with their “Hell of a Christmas.” Old fireworks ring in the new year like their club rock carried them through one protracted week-long yawn.

Subway Porno’s “Christmas Song” might include New Year’s with the fireworks reflecting in the glasses of champagne. But, it’s an adorable indie about nothing in particular.

Musicians gotta eat. They’ll perform shows where and when attendees can pay. Tickets for a live gig make an excellent present. And they’ll provide an excuse to bail on that family gathering.

“Mom Speaks” is that experimental drowning out of spoken word with electronica that seems humorous on one or two levels. Pete Miser sets up the ‘rents for that elementary school assembly.

On the other hand, the concert halls might all be closed. “How Will You Remember This Christmas?” sings Christopher Lennertz (feat Kathryn Gallagher) with haunting pop about faulty recall.

Then there’s the concert tickets you can’t return after that holiday breakup, according to Anna Thompson’s “Christmas Song (Sad).” A country voice over a slow pop track equals an alt moper.

Da Epic Squad get self referential when they offer to “Screw Last Christmas.” It’s rap, but they admit their concerts are ‘noise.’ (Yeah, it disses G. Michaels.)

The Henry Road claim to be “Too Hip for Christmas” when they monotonically chant about being too old for concerts now. Millenial angst with spot on uncategorizable indie.

Is the entire holiday season a big show?

Weezer mixes ennui with love and whines about that “Christmas Celebration” with loads of indie, just like their fans like.

The Whos know from ritualistic expression, yet “The Grinch’s Christmas Celebration” is so much lip service–despite the awesome vocal calisthenics from Jenner Davis and back up singers Hannah & Shane Wyttree. Wah Hoo Doris.

Cimrya Deal’s “Christmas Celebration” is a retro pop indie that, in fact, causes spontaneous rambunction. Woo woo!