Category: garage

AK-47s figure into the holiday rap rebellions of ice WRLD’s “Christmas List” and King Aiden’s “Hood Christmas.” Just a BLUE ALERT minute, ‘mo getchu some peace on earth, fellas.

Ben Folds Five hurts his hands smashing out grade-A boogie boogie for “One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces,” barely a holiday number in that it mentions his 47 inch height got him bullied and picked on, despite Mom’s promise of an excellent Christmas gift. (And that he’d grow up famous.) Brilliant craziness!

If Jesus were alive today… He’d have the history of the world
Tattooed across his ass, in 47 languages. So sez “Jesus Revisited” by Dead Hot Workshop. This garage postulation puts Mr. C in the ‘burbs, or jail–but w/o job. Heavy… What would Jesus draw?

The Gentlemen of 328 seem to be address specific in “Christmas at 328,” a grunge exploration of holiday determination. Do as they say, not as they sound.

Graveslime appeals to our better angels with some post punk wonderings about being nicer in the ‘pretty’ “362 Days until Christmas.” Worth the ask.

364 days may be less of a wait for next Xmas when it’s together.

Leanne Weiss croons pop lovery in the mediocre “Christmas Again.” Yes, the 364 days you are with me feel like Christmas Again. You’re gifted!

Today’s the day for “Sexmas” also croons The Collective. All 364 you been waiting to put it on me, lays out the lyrics–but adds cookies and hot chocolate so the time has flown until the smashin’.

The Christmas Kids Cottage rock’n’roll so we can altogether wait the “364 Days” ’til Christmas.

We may be in the year-long Christmas-less time together, but what about Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone. Murder City Devils pretty up the garage rock with fiddle and sentiment for “364 Days.” I’ll drink to that.

Just crazy kids wanting to suck the marrow out of sex, Kai Ross-Best (with TEDDYYBEARR) garage punk out their youth through “This Winter.” There’s love, bedroom, socks, spending £3.90 on the train–it’s wild.

“Christmas at 1919” most likely refers to the street address for the band Boogdish out of Texas. This underground garage weirdness claims there’s no more christmas…. We’ll just see, ‘cuz we can’t hear the lyrics very well.

Doesn’t Jesus, the reason for the reindeer, also take wing? Actually i don’t know this one. Let’s consult the musicians.

Richard Poulette fiddles and electric guitars “Flying High on Jesus.” The power of prayer lifts.

Power garage rock from The Guitirate hails “Uncle Jesus Flying Through the Stars.” Up up and away.

It’s not time to call a halt to the song collecting, but a good WHOA now and then will cause a pause to reflect and collect ourselves. Or, to paraphrase Neo from ‘The Matrix’: THAT”S AMAZING!

“Giddyap, Giddyap, Whoa Santa” takes its cue from popular 1960s rock. The Golden Orchestra and Singers knew how to squeeze out a kidsong back then. Hoo hoo!

Matt Hanley handily dispatches our funny ideas with his experimental garage “Whoa Christmas.” It’s an overwhelming time, and i think that ol’ Xmas oughta just take a step back.