Loss is often mocked with others’ joy, Xmas being especially unsympathetic. “Alone @ Christmas” is R+B from Fave slickly getting back at the merry makers.
“A.A.C. (Alone At Christmas)” is echoic soul pop from Des Hume. It barely takes a breath in its misery. But the solution is pretty straightforward: Just Hold Me.
“Alone At Christmas” is measured folk rock from Kevin Wilson Scott. It’s pretty crummy, he insists. But he might mean the music. Eating could be the cure.
The Pink Tiles up the echo to eleven with the retro pop “Alone Again at Christmas Time“. Bangin’ that axe like it’s the one what left you. It rox.
“Alone at Christmas” is New Age indie from Jeffrey Lorne. There’s mystical gloom and doom, without angry accusations. So, it’s settled.
Kimaya Diggs gets her torch song on with “Alone at Christmas“, protracting her holiday complaints into a single sad–but not that bad–sitch.
THE AUX would rather have “Christmas Alone” than be with you. Rocking garage indie.
Also rocking–now with ‘billy, Bob Wire & Chip Whitson declare “I’d Rather be Alone” than deal with Xmas traditions. It IS a lot of work. But now i’m dancing.
The Haystack Cookies bring the bluegrass to “How Can I be Alone?” They ask the hard questions with their soft vocals.
Absolutely swinging jazz from Darlene Love, “All Alone on Christmas” takes isolation and smacks some dance into it.
Parodying Shakin’ Stevens with glee, Pete Jones lays into “Snow Is Falling (A Crappy Old Christmas)” with British obscenity [BLUE ALERTish] and jazz band wankiness. Angry fun.
Clanky old indie from L’Resorts who are “Trying to Christmas“–in others words ‘not do.’ Nice ’90s feel.
Marzo Urrabaco & The Electrolyte Orchestra chats up a storm while old school riffs fill the background of “Cookies & Pies, Demolition Derby…Let it Ride“. Beat poetry never ends well for traditional celebration.
Austin Martinez revs up the garage pop to propose the imponderable: “So This is Christmas“. Now my emotions all starts going down.
A parody of Mel Blanc’s ‘Christmas Tree’, Joel Kopishke takes the holidays to task with a “Stupid Christmas Song“. Salvation Army, cards, stockings, and even this song make his list. And it’s not a nice list.
Greg Alexander is walking around with “Sleighbells in My Head“. Jazzy indie with hopes for a happy holiday. But it’s stuck in his head.
Kate Gambhir gets playful with the pop “‘Cause It’s Christmas“. Which is odd, bc her whole meh on Xmas involves giving in to board games. Whatever.
“Only Monopoly” is the epic he said/she said contest when dinner is ages away and the Christmas couple needs to pass the time. Helen Arney (feat. Tom McDonnell) make a lounge act out of this power play. (The amusing sequel, “It’s Going to Be an Awkward Christmas, Darling Part 2“, tells of the aftermath breakup. Schadenfreude har de har.)
Those Christmas movies; They seem to be on every channel… cheesy pops iSeeMusic (feat. Devyn Rush) for the trying to hard “Christmas Everyday“. Love blah blah forever, you know.
Kendra Williams filter-slurs “My Boo“, as in Can you be my–? for, you know, watching Christmas movies right by the tree. It’s all about attitude, not message though in this overproduced love letter.
Unrequited indie love from Rhys Prosser sets the moody for “Snow for Sand“. In this overthought out review of all the sights of the holidays (incl. movies), he realizes she’s not that into him. He tries to make the best of it.
Benedicta comes on strong with lounge piano pursuing a persnickety paramour in “ChristmasTime“. Not holding out much hope, the way she noodles it.
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.
Heavenly hosts are usually on key, surely they can hum a hymn of so in honor of Xmas.
In “Christmas Must Be Tonight” from The Band, a band of Angels sing amid all the birthing stuff. American country. I mean, it’s The Band.
“Heavens’ Christmas Choir” is AI country by Broken Heart Rebels. You can imagine what goes on here.
Cori Connors makes it religious when she gospelizes folk for “Heavenly Choirs.” By, for, and at the children.
The Fallen Angels Choir spin The Beatles for their “Fallen Angels’ Bleeding Hearts Club Band.” They’re no angels. They’re mothers.
“Hark the Herald Angels Sing” isright there, so let’s open the parody door and see what spills out. The Fab Four start with The Beatles’ ‘Help’ then get more trad. Thanks to Pete da Elf for cluing me in to dat ‘un. John Valby drops the bottom out of the BLUE ALERT civility. It’s OFFensive.
Killeen 3000 churns out reverential easy listening with “When Christmas Angels Sing.” More elementary than elevating.
Hollering for all that’s holy, Justin Wilson preaches “When Christmas Angels Sing.” Dixieland pounded out into something else.
Just a little echo of something fantastic. Robby Grant’s “North Pole Christmas Party Band” rocks, alt-rocks, and indie rocks.
Line Materials was a thriving plastics corporation what pressed original children’s holiday records every Christmas for their families of employees. In 1957 they jazzed up the ante with “Santa’s North Pole Band.” Wild, daddio.
High Fidelity stereo equipment becomes the rage just as rock and roll begins, so this playing machine is the HIpster’s FIrst choice.
In case you’re not picking up what imma laying down, “Kitschy Christmas” from Molly and the Starlites draws out the rock/pop to slow-mo with all the kooky cousins attending the party. Attention, campers! (Burl Ives is playing on the HiFi.)
From the appropriate time era, Detroit Junior wants ya to turn up your hi-fi (turn it up loud) on “Christmas Day.” Groovin’ Motown rock.
“Merry Christmas, Baby” hails from 1947 (!) at least from Johnny Moore’s Three Blazers. The playa here Bought me a hi-fi for Christmas, now I’m living in Paradise. Roots of R’n’R, babies! [But if you want to feel like you’re on drugs, try Elvis Presley technologically duetted with Gretchen Wilson from 2008 as slow as the law of music allows.]
Angry at meaningless catchphrases and cliches, Veaux belts out the slow indie “Falling Like Snow” with meaningless catch phrases and cliche… ironically! (Yeah, you and I/Love on thehi-fi.)
The Winter Spirits make the aftermath of heartbreak cooler than cool with the jazzy alt-rock of “Winter Spirits.” (Oh you can take that Hi-Fiif you please.) Definitely play this on low volume for your next Yes, it IS a bachelor pad get-together.
Our bodies make music in their own ways. So, for now, put your lips together and blow, for Christmas.
DaViinci, Jemitris Vezia experience exaltation with their rap ode to Mary and family “Born on Christmas Eve.” They’re feeling so jolly they might have to whistle more.
“Christmas Whistle” by Queens’s Intress seems to be a sass test, rather than any kind of musical tribute. R+B kidsong, but it might be a bit naughty.
The Amazon workers might whistle while they work, at least the pop bluegrass “The Amazon Christmas Song” would have you believe. James Harriman seems to be having cheeky fun, so go with it.
Buddy Mix revs up syncopated pop when he’s have you “Think About Santa Claus.” If you want to put your doubts down and just play, Put your lips together and whistle away! Just like with Tinkerbell.
Make Like Monkeys prefers the flurries. “Whistling Snowflakes” is a pop ragtime activity rather than cruel Winter’s harbingers of doom.
“All I Want for Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)” posits the inability to whistle whilst bereft. But that novelty is a bit long in the tooth. Perhaps we’ll allow Dracula to sing it, as brought to us by The Christmas Party Players.
“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” promises a bounding, smoking, and whistling (at his chargers) Saint Nicholas. Try Art Carney’s beatnik jazz happening.
Another whistling encounter with Big Red, “See You Again Next Year” from Philip J Martin is ragtime rollicking about annual peeking.
“Santa’s Whistle” can call the reindeer from the Milky Way. Well, that’s what Don Kletke / Buddy Gale sing about. Easy listening with whistling.
Comrade Cosmobot wants to make an experimental music deal with you: “You say santa & I Whistle.” He doesn’t hear too well, ‘cuz he never whistles.
I was familiar with Lawrence Welk pimping out the girls for “I Wanna Do More Than Whistle” under the mistletoe (It’s better to kiss than whistle). Smarmy lady listening polka. But it seems this jaunty flirt-fest was brought by the horny boys (Alan Copeland · George Cates · Mort Greene) originally. Who wore the stink of desperation better?
“Whistle ‘Neath The Mistletoe” is a strategy for Briana Winter. In this lounge jazz she gets the attention of potential kissers with her brazenness.
