Category: country sort of

Lilac Roadkill is none too kind when describing the “Nativity Scene” they came across. Indie dissent.

Joshua Jesty gets reflective from the annual “Nativity Scene” with his spoken word folk rant. There’s name calling.

Garage odd, “Why Did I Put Mayonaise On The Nativity Scene?” by SLUGGISHA TAPES is less public show and more embarrassing table spread.

Bryan Mangieri celebrates a nasal country “Trailer Park Nativity.” It’s a state of mind. Like Alabama.

New age indie spaciness from Amanda Rogers challenges you to be ready “When the Carolers Come.” Have snacks and your soul ready.

“Caroling on the Prairie Line” is AI from Rachid Boutaicha about partying down in a swinging hometown. That’s country swinging, sir.

“Caroling on the Range” by Rachid Boutaicha is a mess of cowboy country, kidsong pop, and homey traditions. Love it.

Well, if it’s a “Christmas in the Honky Tonk” there’s gotta be a jukebox. Even AI knows that. Follow along with Dakimo’s honky tonk tune and see yer own self. Even there “Silent Night in the Bar” says the same thing, this time with torchy country.

An old truck, whispering pines, a jukebox… must be “A Country Christmas” in AI land, so S.O.M. Mobile Disco sez. That smeary tinny vocals and that hint of western music, you’re all set.

More AI from Jingle Bots really hollering the CW about the jukebox playin’ all night long. No real trouble though for the “Rockin’est Christmas.”

Apparently the AI of Taylor Mackenzie Love’s “Rockin’ Christmas Night” figures the jukebox is a home edition. No sticky bar at all. Only watered down CW.

GranDilusionist adds a cowboy quality to the AI CW for “Last Call on Christmas Eve.” Here the juke plays only for the lonely.

“The Christmas Jukebox” ostensibly by Bobby Baxton stinks of CW AI, but it delivers the message: colors, lights, action.

Do you need any semi-autonomous expulsions of air to clear a dusty trachea? ‘Tis the season. Mind the snot.

3SMJ swings up some AI for “Flavor of Christmas,” a rambling family portrait of losing, loving, and some boyfriend sneezing on the cat.

Also swinging In Crowd complains about freezing and sneezing while you make all “This Christmas Noise.” No contest.

Recalling the Pandemic of 2020, Echobaby soothes those “Under the Weather Together (On Christmas)” with jazzy folk and gesundheits.

Stephen Cuthbert will be your “Hot Water Bottle” when it’s winter and Christmas and cold. But, then he offers to be your tissue whenever you’re sneezing. No! Not right! Too far! Syncopated country.

Tom Brusky is worried about sick days when he countrifies “Santa, Don’t Sneeze!” Let’s keep it silent, with a finger up the nose.

Gitch’er fiddle and screech out a carol or two!

Niboyeang, Atsadakorn Kapookkham bring the mood way down with their bummer of a “Christmas Violin Elegy.” This AI crankyfest isn’t just somber and reverent, it’s a pop crying jag.

Nancy Williams is sick for “Home,” especially when her alt pop wends her past a street busker on violin for the holidays. Better music. More seasonal depression.

More AI from Harmonix Synthesis applies a klezmer-like aura over the folk pop of “Shine This Christmas.” Nearly a waltz, who can resist?

Melanie Anne Padernal & Sheena Santamaria play with rap at their “Filipino Christmas Party.” One of the standout traditions is… Talent Show for the whole ding dong group (someone’s gonna play a violin! you just know it!)! That was fun.

“Processional: ‘A Christmas Roundelay’” is a hoe down in chorale coating. Alternating verses honor the angels and tune the violin–for dancin’! Baptist College of Ministry Concert Chorale makes a mountain out of this morsel.

Rock returns with “Winter of Our Discontent,” Sanford’s poison penned plaintive to the pain and pestilence of Papa Noel’s perturbations. (…carols are screeched out on that old violin.)

“I Want A Violin For Christmas” is Steven John Tillotson (feat. Isabelle Glenn) mashing country and pop into disharmony and headache inducing high notes. Enjoy!

Silly little ones! Andre Nickatina · Equipto rap “Eye’s Of A Child” about all those dumb things they deduce from visual experience. Including catching you-know-who. Sounds like someone’s got a hard-knock life.

Lil Fashoti may have caught Santa in Vegas like Tupac, but he keeps shooting deer in his swaying and synth-drunk “Chrimuh Time.” Wake up!

Jamie O’Neal thinks she caught Santa swimming in a red Speedo down in the “Gulf of Mexico.” Jazzy country about Xmas down South.

Sometimes seeing ol’ Nick is the problem. There he is on T.V., there he is in the store, there he is at the urinal… Richard Melvin Brown reprises “Who is the Real Santa Claus?” to compound the matter with easy listening pop.

Believe it or not, Professor Steve saw Santa “Last Night.” You know it’s true ‘cuz he sings folk about it.

Pretend rock’n’roll from The Beach Boys retools ‘Saw Mommy Kissin” with “[I Saw Santa] Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree.” The witness has spoken.

Robyn Scott gets full on country with “I Saw Santa Last Night.” I presume this confession is on Xmas day.

What else can we catch Santa at, peeking like we do? Ron McNeal recounts “The Night I Saw Santa Claus Pray.” Spoken word with bad lighting–was it real?

Once again “I Saw Santa Prayin’,” but this time it was Pat Boone who broke the story with easy listening pop. Just so you know who’s in charge.

The Mighty Wurlitzer Radio Hour enables nostalgists with spankin’new retro visits to the ’40s and ’50s radio broadcasts. Their showtune big number from 2014 is “Waitin’ Up for Santa.” Huzzah and twenty-three skidoo.

Back to country with Logan Mize’s “I Saw Santa In a Bar.” Country pop like they do nowadays to fill the stadiums. I may not believe this particular story. A boat?

Buck Owens calls out the double standard: Don’t dare peep cause if you do ol’ Santa Claus might be watching you! Nonetheless, it’s a “Very Merry Christmas” with electronic country punctuating the traditions.

Kevin Sisson wakes accidentally and descends the stairs Xmas Eve. What he sees causes him to exclaim “Let’s Do Santa’s Boogie” in the best rockabilly possible. It may not be a dance; more a speed setting.

“If You don’t Wanna See Santa Claus Cry,” advises Alan Jackson in maudlin country, then baby come back to me. Quid pro quo, dearest. So, don’t look.

Don’t look for Santa Claus my/Mother used to say, echoes Charley Pride in “Santa and the Kids,” another country mudder. Apparently, if you do, he’ll not bother with you.

Vincent Von Vegga’s gangsta rap “Nightmare on Christmas” is all sorts of bad news. No wakin’ up from dis.

Mad Pigs metals out “City of Nightmare” completely missing out on all the joy the holidays bring to the wealthy few.

Dr. BLT’s “Nightmare B4 Christmas” was of the breakup variety. Country complaining makes it palatable. That, and he actually woke up after all.