Category: metal

Darius Rucker smoothly wonders “What God Wants for Christmas.” Well, God IS everything… but the devil given up could be one of those wishes. Pop soul.

Wolf Devil unleashes the ultimate wingman when they metal croak “(Party with) The Christmas Devil.” It’s tinkly!

Schizoid Lloyd proudly presents the metal “Christmas Devil.” Born of whores, with horns, he recommends to poke it with a stick.

I’m not the sort to pick nits over pointing out the monster has no name and the creator does. You can infer from context clues which is scary. It’s Christmas after all.

When the monster wishes for a brand new bride from his ‘father,’ it’s “Merry Christmas Frankenstein.” Wm Matt Miller’s indie rock seems a prelude to some rock-opera, but we need to move on.

Lucky Tones smuggle in some comedy with misheard scripture concerning gold, frankincense, and myrrh. “Baby Jesus, Santa Claus, and Frankenstein” is the corny country result. Rather than magi, they figure villagers (with pitchforks).

Josh Reim combines precious video game style melody with distorted metal vocals for “Frankenstein’s Holiday.” Weird.

Sham Gabr ‘s problem is that Christmas with the family is “Christmas with Aliens.” Metaphorical indie that stretches the premise, but all aliens are welcome here.

Even more metaphorical. The Winter Failure’s marvelous little album P.S. It’s Christmas features an alien (Far-naz) who strikes up a friendship with an Earthling who happens to have a bear name (Grizzly). In their indie “The Brightest Star” the bear-man misses his old friend now so far away. Touching.

Back to robots and spaceships! Matthew Ebel has a cute talky musical: The High Orbit Holiday Special, in which the protagonist is involved in a toys heist in space and spends time in jail. “Merry Christmas from Cell Block 2” celebrates hard time with aliens. Peppy pop.

Martians try to ease Count the Clock’s “Christmas in Space.” Soft soothing pop about the strange colors of eggnog and Santa’s beard for the Martian Xmas.

Melodicka Brothers penned a song by committee about Satan and then Santa explaining Christmas to an alien. It’s “The Best Christmas Song Ever (About an Alien).” I guess ‘cuz the alien catches the Christmas spirit and so doesn’t kill us all. Metal rock.

Sean Leigh’s “Pirate Christmas Song” with lounge rock recounts the traditions of those lawless seamen: dirty jokes, homemade gifts, and Spam. Amateur amusement.

“Christmas with Alestorm” features the merry metal of the band Alestorm singing a true Gaelic ballad about Christmas Eve in pirate land. Most of the line ending rhyme with rum, and no one remembers the night before. But….

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.