The idea of Christmas happening again, then again, repeating annually until the end of attention span fills us with hope and dread. So the next month of songs will just keep flipping out more of these echoic treats until we’re the merriest we can be. Ready? Who cares!
Amanda Jensen slowly, lowly misses you. Jazzy sweet pop outlines how it’s just “Another Christmas” without you.
Antithetically, The Forever Lasting hard rock their punk pissiness in “Another Christmas Song.” No hope for you! Next in line!
Stressing fuh real, Arrae stoops and soars with the electro-rap “Another Christmas Song.” It’s up-beat, it’s down-beat, it’s beat.
Give me a whispery troubadour any day. Frank Moyo gets WAY specific about love and politics with his commentation “Another Christmas.” Folk pop with a grudge.
Sometimes, the entangling time loop is what it is. Prison.
Attempting a slow burn, Mariah Carey pitches the concept that “Christmas Time is in the Air Again.” It soars after dragging and struggling through murky lines of uncertain yearning, but it’s off-putting by half.
Johan Norberg lightly slights the holiday season in “Oh No, It’s Christmas Again.” Sprightly jazz (trumpet solo!) lightens the moodiness.
Jimi ‘the human’ Hocking takes Aussie issue with the comfort and joy in “Christmas Again.” Simple folk rock that punches hard.
Ryan Garrett hopes next year is better in “Merry Christmas Again.” He’s rocking but not too loud. And you need to get clean. Make a STARZ series about it already.
Matt Roach mourns the loss of friends when Xmas ends but then it’s “Christmas Again.” Followed by that recurring loss of friends. Chugalug folk rock.
Sometimes we just notice on the calendar that Christmas is happening. Again. All matter of fact and what’s the big deal anyway.
Bethany Jung might be stalking you in “Christmas Again.” Percussive slow pop that keeps time to the year. That is that, as the kids say.
Tom Petty as well merely states that we are subject to “Christmas All Over Again.” A bit more perky, but he doesn’t really want to kiss those distant relatives.
D.D. and The Flakes seem to leave it more than take it with their Britfolk downer “Here It is, Christmas Again.” Some jollies, mostly melancholies.
Brian Hyland from 1967 troubadours “It’s Christmas Time Once Again.” But he’s a bit condescending about the finance companies and icy roads and carols. Social commentary rings out that time of year, heed the folk of it.
Can we end it upbeat? And by that I mean sickly sweet, drink-the-Kool-aid mind wipey fallout optimism. Hold your breath, here we go.
I’m talking about ’70s spirit guru Rod McKuen barely singing his poem “The Day After Christmas.” This pop love-fest ropes all the daydreamy clichés into one whispery nest of bourgeoise balloon animals. Eye roll!
What sounds like instruments tuning up is Full Band setting up Dennis Hartman’s “Christmas is Over,” an up-with-people paean of all the details a Hallmark movie set decorator could ever need. Groan!
Larry Campanella sings a bit above register to raise magic-awareness. “Can’t It Last a Little After Christmas?” reminds this electronic easy-listening essay with almost-hit notes. Hoo boy!
Perhaps a sweet bluegrass hope from Greg Herman–“After Christmas Song” fights the January blues by not putting away any of the decorations and just pretending! Uh, no.
‘Kay, i can’t keep this up! Meiko finishes out the month with “Maybe Next Year” I’ll be better… a mantra of self improvement slopped over a naughtiness that can’t barely be overlooked. Time to get outta the Christmastime. ‘Cuz it’s got a warrant.
What is there to live for–? Xmas gone, no more hope for humankind….
Okay, we’ve covered the breakups after Xmas, but when the loss of love erases all meaning… Christmas collapses, dude. Listen to the broken-ness of “The Day After Christmas” from the desultory Kate Miller-Heidke and judge the hurt yourself.
Slingshot Dakota bangs the drum loudly for “Day After Christmas,” admitting to the broken emptiness. Owie.
“Christmas is Over” says Maxim Rözge, but his dirge jazz is really about how his life is over. Bleak stuff, then kazoos!
Leave me alone–go away! chants The Ladies of Sport in their “Christmas is Over.” Moaning ’80s pop-rock.
Randy Pinchbeck goes all the way (through climate catastrophe) to the endtimes with “‘Twas the Day After Christmas,” a folk dirge with a peppy backbeat.
The letdown of the end of the year is post-seasonal depressing. No matter how great Xmas was, the wind-down is a wet blanket in comparison.
Jerry Becker begs, Please don’t let “The Day After Christmas” turn cold. He reasons, It’s just another day. And his tuneless muddling is just another song.
More British, Quadband adds a symphonic backbeat to the message–“The Weekend After Christmas” shatters every childhood dream. Harsh, but well rehearsed.
Michael DeLong magics a guitar while reciting a laundry list of what you don’t get in “After Christmas Blues.” It’s a lot. More folk than blues, though.
The least wonderful time of the year, begins “After Christmas (Januarysong).” Wisherkings slows time and melody to make us face the end of joyeaux noel. Symphonic folk weirdness. Damn.
What of the love that wanes, a casualty of the Christmas drama? Is it so hard to lose both the spirit of giving and the highlights of sharing? Or is it all one big bad?
It could just be time to leave. Sun June sings “Christmas is Over” with so little spirit, and nothing left to say. Just going away. Sluggish folk pop.
Best breakup excuse is the (lack of) quality of the gift-giving. An oft-featured chorale Xmas antidote, “The Twelve Days After Christmas,” is here given all the highbrow comedy cracking up Cynthia Lemen & Cool Lemon Jazz can bring to bear. See what they did with their parody….
2nd best excuse is met someone else: The Thneeds club rock a breakup over a mall Santa. Yet “The Night After Christmas” is clever and hopeful from the clever angry left-behind guy. Hats off to the chins-up survivors.
Megg is a mess “3 Days After Christmas.” Bangin’ pop details all the lies, outcries, and whys of the romantic crash and burn. Watch out!
“There in Bristol After Christmas” by Coming Soon (feat. Howard Hughes, Dave Tattersall) orders a side of sad to go with their diner delicacy of breakup. Grunge-y folk ballad.
Rockin’ the warble, Scott Ryan cries that she packed up and lefty him and now it’s “The Day After Christmas.” It’s all broken candy canes and missing carols. Pretty pop, raw feelings.
Or how ’bout, how ’bout this–just forget the whole thing. Earwig is not waiting for you, not this time. Emo-boy slow pop (it gets mad later) tells you what it’s gonna be “Next Christmas.” In yo’ tinsely face!
You know what i think is so wrong with the after-Christmas calendar times? The songs are gone!!
The evolution of Christmas song play is documented by adorable folky ukester Kate Harrington as an opening to the later decay in “Post Christmas Song.” (Spoiler alert: EVERYTHING SUX!)
“Christmas Time is Over” heralds The Bent Fender Band, don’t have to play those tunes no more. Fair rocking for the tired.
Molp gets right to it: there’s no songs the “Day After Christmas.” Sweet folk soaring makes it true.
With the passing of Christmas, perhaps it is time to open a can of whoopee. I mean, finally, right? Woo-hoo.
Skavengers have caught the spirit of the season so hard that “An After Christmas Song” celebrates that perpetual high. Infectious Filipino ska pop. (Jim Sarthou claims to have originated this ditty, but slows its roll to the point of dreariness.)
With barely a spring in their step KC and The Sunshine Band wave in the ‘fun’ with their “After Christmas Song.” Funeral pop.
Half surf rock, half Beatles throwback “Merry After-Christmas” falters over sped up chipmunk vocals and clumsy tempo. But The Spongetones mean well. I’m just suffering doldrums this music can’t lift me from.
Bill Berry yanks the folk rock out from Dylan with “‘Twas the Night After Christmas“–an after hours party for Santa and company. They have no scruples, those unharnessed reindeer. Damn, nasty.
Perhaps the first thing you see the next morning post-X is the big mess.
Homer & Jethro tee off the humor of chaos from 1968 with “The Night After Christmas.” Rollicking redneck fun crashin’ ’round the cottage.
Violence erupted all over Entre-Knobs (feat. Rob Boyd)’s homefront in “Christmas is Over.” Guns may have been involved in this ska-pop dance number.
Swedish Formula One driver Slim Borgudd can’t seem to find you in the tangle of gifts, leftovers, or decorations. “Talking After Christmas Blues” builds in a non-Scandinavian moroseness that may unnerve you. Jangly jazz blues.
Talky blues-lite from Dashboard Hula Girls observes the mess detachedly in “The Day After Christmas.” Not much more to it than that.
Only a gently strewn floor sets the scene of “The Day After Christmas” by John Pollard. Whimsical folk nostalgia for two days before.
Throwing out turkey bones, beer bottles, and faraway friends Bill Lloyd uses “The Day After Christmas” as a time for renewal. One man’s trash is another man’s garbage. Hard strummin’ folk.
