Category: metal

Trains can be toys, too! And G Scale is 1:24. If you calculate you get an actual train of 100 cars to a model over 200 feet long.

Kiboomers list the toys under the tree with territoriality ‘cuz “Santa Put It There for Me.” To the tune of ‘Knick Knack Paddiwack’ we find a doll, a drum, and a train! Kidsong horror. [JunyTony doubles down on this same song, but it’s all for ONE kid. Easy now….]

Thomas the Tank Engine brings on Brit pop for the little toy train that could toot in “The Little Engine Who Believed.” Sodor so adorable.

So horrible is The Christmas Workshop Band with their “Old Christmas Toy” song. Whistling electronics help the nausea of the uncertain lyrics.

My only recourse is to resort to death metal from Soul Contract. “Up on the Housetop” is nearly unrecognizable from them, including giving young Will a train and lots of tracks and a hammer and a whip that cracks. Then run.

Not all Christmas railways are candy striped…

Almost threatening, the alt-rock of Regent Royale in “Tiny Tim – Christmas Train” spits out the word fun like a curse. Proceed with caution.

Zac Hartman’s “All Aboard the Christmas Train” is a long studio session about loss and emptiness. Mopey rap.

“Christmas Train” from Men and Machine is rockin’ blues about Santa and Rudolph piloting that rolling hunk of steel your way. Now with harmonica.

Michael Irvine’s “Christmas Train” is capital B blues. Big downer for the holidays. Now with more harmonica.

But the big fret is from DeathTongue’s “Christmas Train.” Santa is on an axe purge, riding the rails from door to door to eliminate the naughty. Or, just all of us. Metal.

Christmas numerology twirls around 12 months, 12 days, and now 12 hours. What’s with this expression?

From the ‘Toyland’ musical Hanna Bielawa BLUE ALERT reveals the tears of an elf in the mad rapping showtune “Merry Christmas for Today.” Notice the elf! Not for twelve hours, but here to play.

Little Jackie applies R+B to the equation when she figures “Mrs. Claus“ got nothin’ on me: I can do 12 days of Christmas in 12 hours. Superhero music!

ZILF is another pissed elf. Clocking in hasn’t been more than twelve or so, Hours since I last clocked out into the freezing snow and there’s still so much to get done. Metal meets pop in “Red Snow,” a tale of having had enough. (Eliminate the fat red fool!)

.45 caliber weaponry is part of THUG LIFE for the rap-set. “Slay” is the purveyance of Sky Janga and King Redd. There’s sex, cancer, ice cold feelings, but no cake. Keep the gun in the console: 45 with the red nose.

More garage than rap, white-guy Kipp EZ wants his Colt 45 poolside in “California Christmas.” Wait, that’s a malt beverage.

Hey Santa Claus here’s a present from me All seven rounds of .45 ACP throat shreds Billy Creepshow for “Ho-Ho-Homicide.” This time, it’s poison metal.

A President Grant seems to be the respectful gift limit for Xmas. More is trying too hard (or covering something up), less is bargaining.

BLUE ALERT Frostbyt3 (feat. Josh Coleman) raps about the frustrations of shopping as well. in “Wishlist” he laments Walmart or Target, I got fifty bucks And the line is so long that I know that I’m stuck For an hour at least. Sad.

BLUE ALERT Boosie Badazz paints a prettier picture of “Santa Claus of the Ghetto.” In this rap A fifty dollar bill will make a kid smile bright
Thank you, Mr. Dope Dealer.

BLUE ALERT Mini Meish has a “Wishlist” that’s pretty naughty: some new titties Wit a big ole ass and hundreds and 50s–and that’s not including the sexual favors she’d like added. Girl rap.

BLUE ALERT “Red Christmas” from Ray León seems to whipsaw between killing and paying. Shawty like 50 and think she still lit: Imagine her raising them kids. Petty like 50 on insta,  Results of the life that I’ve lived. Is that dollars? It’s intense, even for rap.

TIMŌRĀTUS presents us a charming heavy metal journey: “Christmas Present Conundrum (Courtney’s Crisis).” What should she get the hubby–last minute? Should it be a fifty dollar Starbucks card??? stay tuned!

Nihilism all wrapped up with a bow from Christmas Cretin in the form of “Androgynous Grinch Groove .” Apparently No one cares In the 484 In the 610 about the people of Allentown and parts west of Philly. A sample of Cat Stevens later and it’s all poop-a-doop-doop. Guess i don’t care about this raging techno metal.

From First to Last metal rages about how crappy Christmas is (Santa’s going to die!), but in their “Christmassacre” they do ask that you call Pete Went from Fall Out Boy and supply his phone digits, starting with 847…. (You better call him, he’s in Fall Out Boy, you better call him.) Is this a prank?

The Cuntifiers want you to know that since the constitution of this united nation, pretty much only the whites have happily celebrated in ways like Christmas. Their “White Christmas 1789” attempts to expose the disconnect if you didn’t know about it quite yet. Screaming punk metal.

Carach Angren take us way back to when Colonel Loftus was haunted by a Christmas mother in the symphonic/metal “After Death Premises.” This must belong to the category of scary ghost stories we hear about in the song ‘It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.’

Hooray for Sabadu! Gorgeous metal novelty “Polish Christmas” has a 1942 Polish Santa shooting Hitler ’til he died. Glorious bastard.

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