Category: altrock

Waiting and missing and pining and moping, Nevershoutnever whines out the emo-boy alt rock of “30 Days,” as in 30 days till Christmas and all I know Is I’m not quite ready to let go of this past year. Not until you call him!

Pleading: “Santa, Get Your Shit Together“ You know there’s 30 other days in December? Farebrother has a make-over figured for poor Santa Claus. ’70s-ish psychedelia. So, C’mon. Big guy, they really want to see you love yourself!

Official Sidekick Production is fighting crime with 30 days… 19 days… 5 days… 4 hours ’til Christmas. “A Christmas Break” may not be coming in this bouncy parody. Save the city or get the wrapping done??!

Despite the big outdoor event the children wanna go home ’cause “30 Foot Spirit“‘s arrived. Whether Into It. Over It. is talking about a yacht, a travel trailer, or a metaphor, i’m down with their alt-rock morose tribute to suburban holidayism.

Two digits and counting! Woo!!

Maybe it’s the journey for _Patrickconnor as he’s still 99 miles from home in “I Know You All Love Christmas.” Driving pop/rock that never quite gets there.

“Doin” is a Daft Punk parody (posted by HydroDalek) of a tech-store Christmas commercial. It’s a mad techno party on consumerism and we’ve seen the sequel before. But now, the DVD player is 99$! Go mad!

From the comedic video game centric variety show Scott the Woz, comes the endearing pop “It’s a Bargain Bin Christmas,” where returned march makes for unwanted presents–but may only cost 99¢!

While on the topic, John Dunbar wows with the folk pop “Christmas Shopping at the 99 Cent Store.” It’s a class struggle time of the year. Don’t judge.

Uh oh. Kash & Rico play the funny rap card with “Santa Likes Them.” This dirty dawg of a Claus may bring 99 presents but a ho ain’t one (sorry–not sorry, Jay Z). He sure likes them for himself.

“99% Christmas” is a call to anger ‘gainst the 1%. Folk screed from Andrew Pfaff. What would Jesus rant?

Whirlwind transforms an angsty indie plea for sanity into The Simpsons‘ Christmas special with “Lovers Turn to Monsters.” It works. 99 to 1 odds (like with Santa’s Little Helper), but it does.

Whiny millennial alt-rock from SayWeCanFly bemoans “Merry Christmas, I Miss You.” They meet-cute at a coffee shop where she baristas him a double shot for $1.27 (is this 1963?), but it don’t add up. So he’s wailing about waiting for you just to call me. Phew, that’s lonely.

It might be said that all the days (there hunnit and sistee-fo o’dem) betwixt one Christmas and the next are the days in which to Be Better. So you can live the spirit all the time. Or so you’ll get stuff. Every. Day.

Is it lazy rap, or just a guy reading out loud? Lil Jiblet asks Why don’t we just have that on a daily basis (meaning niceness) in “Christmas Jiblet.” Na-na-na-na along to find out the answer.

Joe Budden philosophizes: On thanksgiving my family would never visit And even when they did it always seemed so scripted Like they was forced to–Like small talk would resolve the 364 days they ain’t call you. “Happy Holidays” treats all the special days of the year but also raps every day is special if you make it. (N-word ALERT)

I just walk around in a jolly haze all the other 364 days drawl-lisps Cody Johnson about “Christmas All Year Long.” Yee hawlidays.

Why stop at one, hey what for? When we can have 364? snaps Sabrina Carpenter with amped up country pop in “Christmas the Whole Year Round.” Gettin’ grabby, gurl.

Tell me, why do we wait 364 days? Unspoken quips with bouncy alt-pop. “Christmas Everyday” wants the blessing, though. A better intended question, at last. (covered by one by one.)

Now we’re (trying to) getting somewhere! Southbank Crows are Hitchhiking down the 404–It’s Christmas Eve again Trying to get home to see My darling baby. Going home in this American rock anthem is emotional and repetitive. 404 is Georgetown to Wye Mills–crossing Delaware’s flap to get across to the mainland/D.C. Looks like a slog. She must be worth it or they wouldn’t be singing “Another Xmas Song.”

Christmas lights hang over the hollow world of Clementoon. But it’s no-place no-time, just an in-between seeing you and leaving you (at 4:16). All that’s left in this haunting non-genre indie is the “Coat.” It’s all she has left of you. It’s not enough.

It’s a “Lonely Winter” for the ‘experimental’ singer Zarik Yusaf. He’s 417 miles away from his significant other who’s off to see family. But this discordant indie is more painful than sad. Ah, the holidays–

Fralphie Jenkins growls into the monotonous altrock of driving “December 24th (600 Miles to Go)” making the journey to the folks a Sisyphean hell of never-ending mileage. Epic angst, kids. Might be dead. Damn. Don’t try this at home. [An alternate verzh of this, “Ice on the Floor (Christmas Eve),” takes a long long Dark Side of the Moon intro, after which reality melds travel with arrival, hazard with cozy–so much so that the end of the song is the beginning. Aahhh!]

Andy Churchill is sitting in your driveway wondering if it’s just a “Party of One” for Christmas. Alt-rock be-grunges the misinterpreted invitation: You said 8:30 But nobody’s here. Still he wishes you’d join his party (of one), i guess because it’s a time of forgiveness. Or he’s that naive.