Feelings run hot for the holidays: euphoria, depression, hysteria, fugue states… suicide ideation increases and Black Friday aggro is hardly a thing of the past. So, is it time for a Prince of Peace render unto us blessings or shock treatment?! We’ve certainly entertained maladjustments before on the blog, but now let’s sublimate our ids and get clinically analytical for Xmas.
As introduction to the whole central nervous system roadmap, Sarah Kopp brings forth a badly recorded, poorly rehearsed “AP Psychology Christmas Song“. If you can make out the terminology, take notes!
Tommy Mackay hails “O Come All Ye Pundits” to fight the bollocks of British politics. It’s pre-Brexit, so get your Cliff Notes out …and BLUE ALERT.
“Bored Again Christians” plops down from the same album (The Daily Reckless bannerhead). It’s simple impatience in parody form. Cheers.
Darkcave also has to wait for it. “Wasn’t ’til I” finished Xmas, that I appreciated it, or something akin to that. Playful indie.
Todd Michalik has little, including money, luck, or success. But he is “Having Christmas“. Like having a bowel movement. He picks at it for beauty, but his raucous punk indie music batters beauty.
“Christmas” is a big so? by Dillon Fence. Not believing, criticizing, yet wishing us well–this danceable pop builds and burns bridges artfully.
The Snowflakes (feat. Pinoy Papí & The Bourcestershire Banshee) rap to Rudolph with “Welcome to the Island“. Remember the horrifying bad part of that TV special? Careful of this one….
Nets are not stockings, yet BBX is one of those indoor sports you can play Xmas Day.
Daveed Diggs’ “Carol of the Basketballs” is ADHD well spent. This is a promotion from the Hamilton star speed-rapping about the Christmas Day matchup between the Cleveland Cavaliers and Golden State Warriors 2018.
West LA Children’s Choir rattle off a more inclusive “Carol of the Balls“. Now that’s something.
Busting rhymes as old as Christmas decorations are back up/Or basketballwith the layups mar the rap “santa” by KHAJAVI. Oh well.
Hot Dad’s “Christmas Slam Dunk” is some kind of easy listening electronica that doesn’t quite land. Ego’s up.
Krillz brings Something Awful to “NBA On Christmas Day“, a slow speed rap that challenges me mentally. Hey hey.
AI chokehold on “Reindeer Games” honestly results in a listenable song from Deta Family. It’s pop kidsong, but with a minor key horror tone underlying. Just races, really.
In “Reindeer Games” by Hillbilly Rick, horseshoes and basketball get mentioned. AI country slop… but FINALLY!
Froggy Fresh tells a real story in the rap out “Reindeer Games” wherein James gets janky and grinches all the presents. See RGs are simply dastardly pranks. Commendable young music making.
The solo show, the recital, has broken many a budding prodigy. The pressure! For Jesus!!
Rob and Tony allow that in a “Virtual Xmas” the carolers perform No doorstep recital, just processor code. Still, a show. Electronic pop, yet whimsical.
Busta Rhymes fronts Bieber for a reductive “Drummer Boy” that spotlights the kid’s show as a one man band. Rap, like.
“Santa’s Southside Symphony” by JJMAJ and The Unpolished Brass begins as a one-person lament, then–gets drunk. IT’s like Dixieland and rap had a baby.
Ben Folds celebrates “Me and Maurice,” his doggy family, while observing the doggie walking joys of wintertime. The carolers ring the doorbell twice then disappear. Nice indie with a soaring tribute to picking up poop as well.
Not that you can tell when it’s cheesy pop but when The Chipmunks ‘sing’ “Ho Ho Ho” about trees and carolers and whatnot, you can’t tell. Can you? And Dave is having a screaming meltdown. Huh, classic Chipmunks.
So, rap? “A GNF XMAS” is GNF (feat. Sheri John) fronting. Is this holiday related? Oh, if Dropping jingles so they caroling is it, then so. Ladies….
From ‘Home Alone 2’ Ryan Buell loops dialogue about using a branded Talkbox but runs it all through a Talkbox. “The Talkboy” is a curiosity piece worth noting.
In “A Talkbox Nutcracker,” Mr. Talkbox synth raps to THAT tune about music and songs and there’s a stereo in there somewhere. But it’s all about messing with the voice.
Not simply another form of record, vinyl has such snobby connoisseurs (hi, Dave) that it might as well be the only authentic transpo for melody.
Look no further than “Love Over Instagram” an AI country tweaker from Jingle Bots. Recycling, craft beer, vinyl… it’s positively caveman cool.
“Indie Rock Christmas” is a grabby anthem from Hawksley Workman that ’80s-fies the wish list so that including vinyl ain’t quite out of style yet. Antic.
Candy canes and vinyl records and hot cocoa are lumped all together by AI when Dobeidy rocks the mood in “Under the Christmas Lights.” An EFF for effort.
Snowflakes and vinyl are the whole list for pop AI in Paul Bill Jr.’s “Christmas Wishlist.” No, wait, YOU is the only thing on the list. That other stuff is background.
“X12 Days of XXXMASX” is screaming punk care of From First to Last, wherein rare vinyl appears at no. 7. It’s a time capsule of angry wanting from the ’90s. Thanks, Friendster.
More haunted AI proclaims “Christmas LoFi Chill” as the vinyl spins. Niboyeang fills the pop bin with slop.
It’s quiet here let’s hear a tune, start up the vinyl, Kval kvetches in echoic whispery indie that dooms the mood of “Christmas is Bliss.” Please play this at my funeral.
“Old Fashioned Christmas” for Danielle Apicella involves slow dancing to vinyl. I approve of this soul ballad.
“Old Fashioned Christmas” gets closer to present day every generation. Vinyl records not MP3s is nostalgia for Joe Frye’s soft country pop.
At least the “Festive Records” of _PatrickConnor engage imagery when We dance around the room, vinyl crackling like it’s crunching snow. Falsetto pop.
“Christmas Vinyl” is caterwauling from Greencowme that puts this product under the tree where it belongs. Bluesy rap.
Shellac, polyvinyl, wax, platter, and licorice pizza were the modes of transportation for many decades when it came to playing the hits. Do we sing about THAT?
Huey ‘Piano’ Smith and The Clowns jellyroll the blues when “All I Want for Christmas” are a few albums here and there. Pump it up, kids.
Oh, record spinning as I’m dreaming about how to get you alone, wails Chris Stapleton (with Kelly Clarkson) from a place of pathos in this diva jazz of dance music:”Glow.”
Let’s turn the TV off and put that old record on/And dance in the dark, croons Leona Lewis to Ne-Yo in the bedroom eyes R+B sashayer “Kiss me It’s Christmas.” Hope it doesn’t get stuck.
You bought my records, come to see my show/That’s why James Brown love you so, sings James Brown in “Soulful Christmas.” That’s enough meta, thank you.
Mandisa wants records (and movies) to make you feel like “It’s Christmas.” Thumping loud soul.
“The Christmas Album” by Aecerd is the garage screamer of a finale for their christmas album entitled Christmas Album. It screams.
Lisa Biales is composing her “Christmas Record” while belting out her process with melding genres and pushing that fourth wall. Well done, despite its self congratulatory tendency.
“Emergency Christmas Album” is Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer’s ‘rap’ attempt to get me to reconsider going meta some more. This album does in fact seem to be a panacea for all your Xmas woes.
