“Alone on Christmas” has Gatlin Loranze (feat. Ashley LaRue) dancing on the bed with thoughtful alt-jazz. He sang/she sang.
Like Yesterday indies “We Might be Alone Tonight” as some young opportunity to ditch all the nonsense and focus on what’s important. But–Scaling out your bedroom window… on icicles?!
Dave Sweeney and the Kickin’ Mules holler an odd ballad about a drunk dad, late for Xmas, who is spiritually waylaid by the homeless, so lonely without family. “Cold Christmas” is an ’80s pop journey of questionable agenda.
Again with the icy windows, Robin & Linda Williams folk-strum “Together All Alone” about love in the stormy dark.
Why has everybody got someone but me on this Christmas day? gush The Fratellis in the Brit pop jeer turker “Lonesome Anti-Christmas Blues“. Hey, leave the holidays out of it!
Pinto Bennett saunters through the alt-folk of “Christmas Alone” as comfortably as you please. The rhymes are hard fought, but the lack of sentimentality is absolute. (Is this post-apocalypse?)
We haven’t always been understanding or sympathetic to retards.
In fact sleepy (anti-woke) Larry the Cable Guy goes for simpleton laffs with “Donny the Retard” from long enough ago that no one thought it was about Trump back then.
Death metal sets up ONE MAN ARMY AND THE UNDEAD QUARTET’s “Christmas for the Lobotomizer“. More than that, i canna tell ye.
Mike Spencer (Onionmaster)’s “Lobotomy Christmas” plays fun with synched vocals and rambling word salad. Weee!
The Rockhogs think it’s amusing to try an Eastern European accent for their “Christmas Lobotomy“. The danceable pop is more disturbing, but it can’t keep my feet still. ‘Ware the step-by-step instructions for your own operation.
Homegrown “I Want a Lobotomy for Christmas” features poor recording quality and slurred diction from Willy Sochko. Spot on garage.
Hating everybody is a choice, but it represents a deep-seated douche-baggery that doctors should kick someone in the ass for. Or just everybody gets the boot; they’re all stupid.
Beyond Revelation half-asses the concept, using “Antisocial Christmas” as a catchphrase for a dysfunctional family. This pop easy listening AI doesn’t understand the first thing about Timonism.
When Backslash N asks “Leave Me Alone for Christmas” it’s hardly pathological. Soft country mewling about wanting a small break. Fine.
Also too “Leave Me Alone on Christmas” by Simona Fullinfaw is cheesy pop about some selfish time. I wasn’t going to spend THAT much.
The Watchman Music has a go at parody in “Antisocial Christmas Everyone“. It smacks of untalented karaoke, but injects just the right amount of vitriol. BLUE ALERT
John Tabacco sings that it’s comforting to be all alone… “Or Maybe Not“. Very strange indie.
Sondre Lerche + Jherek Bischoff recognize the need for empathy Yet the plight of others don’t fit in here/At least not now, this time of year–not if you’re into “Surviving Christmas“. Very dramatic indie with a snowman metaphor.
‘Weird’ Al Yankovich didn’t invent the Claus murder spree (see “The Night Santa Went Crazy“), so we’ll compare and contrast what’s gone ’round ’bout ol’ Fatso.
F’rexample, Vinny the Comb uses the imagery of “Green and Red” to rockabilly the massacre of elves. Locked and loaded fun. (Again.)
Warlock Pinchers’ “Psycho Santa” is more heartfelt and garage. Not so much fun.
Made Human weaves county with AI to complain how “Santa Went Nuts on Me“. Violence is perpetrated. Yet, you WERE naughty….
Cockneys having a larf present “Psycho Santa“. Aubrey Eels and The Baron Brit punkpop their diagnosis on Father C, but i figger it’s a case of mistaken identity.
Claire Donnelly thankfully sends up Talking Heads (though not well) in “Psycho Santa“. Run run Rudolph, run away. (TheClavhens do it better. Slightly.)
Winlar ‘splains “Santa Insane” with a touch of standup before launching into so-so parodic singing.
Timlane’s “Psycho Santa” is wearing a leather jacket. Not a straitjacket. BLUE ALERT metalbilly.
D’Modes caution us about “Psycho Santa“, a creepy old man. Sniping metal with cute electronica.
A remake of ‘Psycho’, “Psycho Ho Ho” has El Camino strutting rockabilly up and down the boulevard in awe of the Big Guy.
When “Santa Went Psycho” he merely went to war against terrorism, according to Ben Roebuck. BLUE ALERT folk indie that gets adorably violent.
“I Was a Slave For Psycho Santa” by Chuck Picklesimer seems to reveal a break from reality for the narrator. Certainly crazy, for electric country. (Worth repeating.)
Dan Hart jollies the folk with “Santa is a Psycho“. There’s over drinking. Medication is forgotten. Body parts are presents. (His manifesto: Silence of the Reindeer–ha!)
A Harris and Hart Holiday take a shot at Xmas songs with “A Christmas Song“. Those songs don’t really mean a thing to me, they confess. Just stream of consciousness, like this song. Stuttering pop with a one word refrain. Yeah, baby.
Sometimes your life ain’t so great, suggest The Coyotes in “Candy Cane Lane 2023” (NOT the Eddie Murphy Netflixx thing). Sluggish indie that allows for, nay prompts, rain. Wallow, wallow, wallow.
Tammy Wynette uses country sarcasm to bit into “(Merry Christmas) We Must Be Having One“. It’s all smoke and mirrors, however, with no heart. Don’t tell the kids.
John Farrell gives into “A Little Bit of Scrooge” ’round this time of year. It may be Xmas, but it also is a time for getting grumpy and annoyed. Kidsong unplugged.
The Dream of Horses sing around the sinister clarinet doodling to mark the passage of time in this endless season. “Dress it Up in Tinsel” is weak sauce attempt to celebrate, so: indie.
And all that rot, concludes Ardie Collins in the watered down caustic folk of “Happy Christmas, I Suppose“. His voice speeds up to intimate hope, but the monotone kills it.
Owen M. homegrows his sinister folk pop into “Boredom“, a Christmas song about not having anything to do. Ask Mom. She’ll give you some chores to keep you on the nice list.
Kristian Noel Pedersen plays it frosty with pop rock in “Everything’s the Same (Except It Isn’t)“, a realization that growing up means leaving all the fun behind. Adulting sux. (Try this end mantra, see if that helps.) Slow to start, his “We’ll Get By” (feat. Matthew Winkler) also shuffles feelings with numbness, indifference, and hopelessness. Say It is fine to that new age beat one more time and see where that gets you. (Dr. Seussian epilogue helps, a tiny bit.)
Uninvited, drunk and annoyed by the neighbors, Darryl Gregory salsa-indies “Somebody Said It Was Christmas“. Perhaps a breakthrough is achieved via the kindness of strangers. He ends with a prayer, so–hope? No?
Anthony Ambrose unplugs (his microphone, too?) to give us a folk glimpse “Underneath The Christmas Tree“. Seems there’s loss, loneliness, and void. Which to open first?
When the Girlfriend Material states Is that all there is? you know Xmas doesn’t matter. Hard club rock for “Winter and Construction“. Fun bummer.
The Hot Buttered Elves know a thing or two about malaise, so witness the list making of “A Winter Perfect Moon“. Instead of biblical plagues, he asks for the Rapture instead. Could be better, is all he’s indie singing.
Pickin’ and grinnin’, Michael Gurley strums out “How the Holidays Have Got Me Down” wearing his harried economics like a torn and dirty Santa beard.
Window Business’s “Brandy and Eggnog” is a tribute to the death of James Brown and the dark moods that follow for the season in New Mexico. Sorrowful corrido.
Tyrone and Lesley uke it out with their despondency in “It’s Christmas This Christmas“. The just don’t care, despite the sprightly chords.
“Oh, Deer!” from SLTCP folk garages how to change the game. Playas gotta playa. BLUE ALERT
In “Santa, Come Back” Siri Nilsson allows how it’s time to play a Christmas game. Something about naughty or nice. Gleeful indie.
The Popcorn Rebellion’s “The Christmas Game” is old country RnR kidsong you might to sing along with. Still with the kids?! ‘Tis the season! Johnny & The High Keys cover this high hand-clapping Brit pop. Better.
This summer Christmas is a holiday game, or whatever Echo Cities is saying in the AI pop of “Christmas in July“. Sheesh.
Thank Goodness someone came up with a drinking game. “The Christmas Jager Game” is BLUE ALERT Nerve Centre’s celtfolk attempt at relieving the tensions.
The greatest Christmas game ever was happened some thousand years ago with “Gawain” and the Green Giant. There’s decapitation and cheating. You could look it up. Or listen to this jolly folk number from The Trials of Cato.
Not as expected, but well done, is “The First Bowl Game (The First Noel parody)” from Dave Rudolf. Angelic choir.
When couples express affection during the holidays it likely won’t sound like “I Love You More Than Football“, a cheery number from a Midwestern musical revue.
The Fallen Angel Choir presents a cappella hectic chores for the suburban housewife, which means the men have vanished to watch the game. “The Nutcracker in a Nutshell” is sarcastic, but goes the full nine yards.
American Authors respond to the empty household: But now I can’t watchChristmas football when YOU ARE NOT HERE. “Come Home to Me” is plaintive folk that would rather have you tell him not to, than to not care about anything any more.
