Gurf Hankle brainstorms ideas for holiday classics, but seems stunk on Tom Hanks movies. When he delves into his own personal pain, he showtunes up “A God Damn Christmas Song.” That’ll make more sense after you listen to it.
God Damn, it’s Christmas time again! begins Junkie Dildoz & Friends’ “Merry X-Mas Bastards 2.0.” Seems to take a lot for granted, while not giving a crap about anyone. That’s rock’n’roll for ya.
Amanda McCarthy suffers how the hell can I be merryif I have to bring your gift to a cemetery in a “Christmas Without You.” Lite pop that wanders into country mush. Holy hell.
Randy Pisswhistle is gentle and comforting with a folk “Christmas in Hell.” It’s other people, according to Sartre.
“It’s Christmas (But I Don’t Carey)” if half hate (kill Mariah Carey!) and half demon summoning from Go Go Ponies. Girl rock of the BLUE ALERT sort notices the hell in your veins, and your scarlet tongue too. You devil.
Megan McKenna’s “Family at Christmas” admits It’s one hell of a show (the family). Bouncy jazz retro rock that would fit in well coming out of elevator speakers.
The original Bible (OT) doesn’t feature much Satan, just some snake in a tree. The New Testament feeds the need people had back then for the celestial or more-than-human with angels and demons and their stories. Temptations and accusations become the incarnate evil, the horned one.
The whole anagram thing has been debated before on the blog. So let’s avoid the devil with the jolly white beard.
Is being the first on Santa(God)’s list the same as being the “Last on Satan’s List“? Fireworks metals the answer in hard-to-follow parts.
Music Vault kicks a Bossa nova beat to wish “Merry Christmas Satan.” See, this time of the year is his fave-o due to all the inviolate inhumanity inherent in us all.
John Jacobson & Roger Emerson have one of those kid shows to lure in the parents to the grade school, A Pirate Christmas. Kids on a Caribbean holiday encounter pirates (more kids). The idea of stealing vs. giving gets some play in the pop “Give and Take.” Then Santa intervenes and whisks them all to the Pole where reindeer teach pirates to dance in the trad R’n’R “It’s Cool to be Cool.” Santa’s soft pop lesson, “Christmas Joy,” is a party downer–but a young pastor’s delight. The finale is easy listening mealiness, but could be our month’s theme song: “A Pirate Christmas.” Sing along! For your grade!
Why not just sail away and leave all those troubles (surely not Xmas induced) away.
David Ker is truly troubadour in “My Little Jingle.” He’s alone, but in his (metaphorical?) boat he encounters whales and sea horses… but not you. Adorable indie.
Similarly Plunkett’s friends have left: This year everything is on sale, And all my friends have set sail To do much better things. so goes the most indie of alts “Sad Christmas.” By–ee!
So we begin to see boats are more than literal. Engelbert Humperdinck rides his mid-century modern styles with “A Night to Remember.” It’s all sugary mush: Dreamers who travel the skies As we sail on the glow Of a fire burning glow.
Santa may not just deliver by any old skiff at sea. In “Christmas Island” you are advised: Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe. (I might prefer Ella to Leon this time only.) Island pop.
Lord Ferzy seems to be recording in his car, but the rap/R+B story of “Christmas is Gonna be in Heaven Tonight” takes a turn with the memory: four years ago I was waiting on my own For you to wish me a Merry Christmas, which happened and happiness was had. But now, not so happy. Meaning–oh, no.
Five for Fighting plays with offbeats and voice cracking for “Policeman’s Xmas Party.” After an unexplained crime scene, 4 weeks later it’s still Raining in the Park, Marine with a gun guards my house after dark… Yeah, dark. And pop.
“Four Days to Go” from The Starshine Singers is kidsong from the elementary school stage. The days count down, the temp increases. Appropriate.
Travel this time of the year is not so merry: I’m spending 4 hours on a plane, yet again I’m losing 3 hours when I get there, but I don’t care, whisper-plains Asya Aydin in the hypnotic “I’m Coming Home.” Pop oddness.
All the innocent kids Are running around without cover For more than four seconds in “A Civilian Christmas.” Burmese Bombshells take an easy listening lounge approach to the wartime madness easing into festive gladness. My!