Category: folk

“First Married Christmas” from CityBeach has all the class of Hallmark movies, including cuddling up and watching Hallmark movies. Wishy washy pop.

Metal pop ramps up the expectations, but Theory of a Deadman leans into “Missing You This Christmas” includes boogie B.S. like sweaters and Hallmark movies like any ‘burbanite would get behind. Headscratching now.

More apropos, swinging light big band “When Christmas Comes Around” puts Cody Fry in the right demographic for Watching hallmark movies all night long. Bippedy boo.

On his “Christmas List” Young Tuck settles for middle class mores as well. Snuggling seems to be the correct attitude for catching up on Hallmark movies… Or we can watch Die Hard or Elf(!). More R+B lyrical rap.

Warren Alfvin sloshes the easy listening all over “It’s a Hallmark Movie Day!“, describing the settings of both the protagonists as well as the viewers. Oxymoron of the day: I’m a Hallmark movie man.

On the other channel, Hallmark movies are for wallowing. See “Christmas For One” by Haylee Oller, so softly folded that the ukulele drowns out her (sub)vocals.

Cherry Candy’s “Christmas Movies” is electronic practice with as much attention to cinema as to date stuff. Sweaty and insistent.

Mahtie Bush Bru Lei Vangloryus’s “Christmas Movies” are specific and pointed. But this rap seems to use the focus of details as weapons of criticism.

Celebrating “Christmas at the Movies“, Polivka Brothers strum and whistle their folk pop to let you know where to find them 12/25.

Electric Needle Room rattles off the various “Christmas Movies” and their reactions through a bit of the ol’ indie. And out.

“Christmas Movies / Jingle Bells” by Suspender Defenders is more of an odd indie mantra than an actual experience. Peppy, though.

Matt Heaton’s “Christmas Movies” fill him with cheer. Plodding folk runs us through the memories of childhood and on and on.

Film is what we mean when we say media. It may be the most contributory element of culture today. It is our agenda, our mood enhancer, reality. When we argue the good and bad of Christmas, we reference shows and cinema.

The genre of Christmas movies has been overrun by a single romcom formula wherein the birth of the Savior is mere backdrop. Lauryn Marie’s “Christmas Movies” nudges the bear with gentle irony and tinkly pop. It would be great in a soundtrack after the declarations of love.

 Jason Michael comes right out with country barking and names the problem: “You, Me & Hallmark Christmas Movie.” Real drunken life isn’t like those.

“Christmas Like the Movies” sets Santa and all the trappings into the doldrums of mumblecore. Richard Watson troubs this folk into the dumps. Love it.

For the exclusion, the Jesus formal beckons to whities from gens ago.

Darren Criss bounces back from the Glee series with vapid pop in “Christmas Dance.” He’s asking. For this one number.

Mirthyful Sleight sum up all the shenanigans of the season into a “Christmas Dance” rigamarole. Metal protestation.

Chaz Kangas updates us with the grownup mixer “Christmas Dance.” It raps, it polkas, it complains. It’s subtitled ‘The Christmas Travel Song’–so it IS another metaphor.

Telamor daags us back to an actual “Christmas Dance Party.” This indie pop reminds us to see and be seen. to be cool. I guess.

We will dance and sing for Christ our holy king, proclaims Wilder Adkins in the quiet folk of “Christmas Dance (Snow Drop).” No grinding slow dances then.

Musicalité turn our celebrations into a swirling stomp circle of ho hoho-o-o ho-o with an old folk shindig of a “Christmas Dance.” Just when it gets going… it’s gone.

Riding and roping take no holiday, well maybe a little.

Gary Roberts’s “Christmas Rodeo” is a laid back gala that definitely lasts more than eight seconds. This grampa country sets the rhythm machine to mashed potato.

Buffalo Bill Boycott waxes shaggy with the tale of the new holiday dad trying to watch the baby when mama goes a’shoppin’. “Diaper Rodeo (Holiday Revised)” is a spoken word ruckus when the infant gets loose.

The Orange Wolves sotto voce their harmony for another “Christmas Rodeo.” A chilling blend of folk and pop that might be meant for ghosts.

God appears in human form in a lowly barn, what could go wrong?

The elementary school kids are so cool they “Don’t Wanna Do No Nativity” in Edgy Productions’ school show. Never too young to learn ‘meta’ in an internet world. Vaguely rock.

I remember once I even played the part of the shepherd in the Christmas play at church, bemoans Bill Anderson in “Still Believing in Christmas.” Nobody’s going to tell him not to say Christmas. Which is probably true.

One of the showstopping numbers from ‘Nativity: The Musical’ is “Hollywood are Coming,” harking to the heralds. It’s motivational show tune (voices raised).

The “Killer Robots from Venus” are aliens who move in next door to The Arrogant Worms. Other neighbors are suss, but we like them: They applauded for my kid at the Christmas play (He was the best shepherd). Awesome folk in denial. (A better showing perhaps than when they were the ox in the Christmas play and stepped on the baby in their klezmer “Christmas Sucks!” Oh the fiddling!)

Drake be “Caroling for You” with synthesized rap R+B electronica. This might be odd.

The Enhancer doo wop “Caroling in the Snow.” Boots laced up tight, cats.

“Caroling in the Snow” from Al, Alice and Ruth gets folk distracted by the treats rewarded to the performers. ADHD might improve your caroling.

“Caroling Vampires” might be a figment of Concave Onion’s collective disease. But this cacophonous rock is ripe for novelty harvest.

The Sack the Sacks only seemed pissed off about “Christmas Caroling.” The have resting bitch experimental garage face. It burns!

Singing about singing Naming the Twins is “Caroling On.” Medieval harmony.