Category: pop music

Rocking hard, Girls Aloud harp on about “Christmas ‘Round At Ours“. They’re too old for kid stuff and too young to beam at the kids. It’s boring for young adults, innit? (‘Til the mistletoe….)

In “What’s a Cyberpunk World Without Its Weeds?” Les Issambres jazz indies the malaise of the modern Christmas-devotee. It’s not mood, it’s me.

Is Xmas something special? “Christmas Is What It Is” allows John Vosel & the Party Crashers with pop country carelessness. Christmas will still be the one, but meh.

With seductive latin rhythms Hey Ocean declares “Tonight It’s Christmas Time” and he’s all about alone times with she and he. Then she retorts with the intolerable boredom and wanting to just Do Something. I give it three months.

Glamourpuss smacks around the retro folk-pop of the late ’60s for s lovely “It’s Only Christmas“. It’s giving thanks but in such a lackadaisical way, i question it. While bebopping out.

Let the children play the game! insists Tumbleweed in “Woodland Winter” with gentle strings and whispery vocals. Lets.

The Archies sing about the toys and games at “Archie’s Christmas Party“. Easy listening teen rock from 2008, if you can believe that.

Well wrapped irony from The Lemay Odyssey pokes fun at “The Christmas Hokey Pokey“. That’s what it’s all about.

Kids all welcome riddles to pass the long nights until Christmas… And you might expect them to be like Farmer Jason’s “Christmas Riddles“. Country hoedown hoo haw.

So, Peggy Lee partakes of jazzy big band to ask “The Christmas Riddle“. I figure it’s Santa or God.

But then, Stanley Adams and Sid Wayne parlay “The Riddle Song” into a Hanukkah miracle.

And then–The Light poses the riddle about “The Christmas Tin” in which you must guess–or die.

“Come Out And Play” out of the bustle of the marketplace calls Meghan Pulles, all innocence and seduction. Bebopping rock with soooo much Brit pop you could cry.

“Crank That Kosha Boy” by Eric Schwartz aka Smooth-E has strategies and dance mooves for the serious playa. Klezmer rap.

Rockabilly (why not?) propels “Oh Dreidel” from The Yule Logs into the winner’s circle.

Jackie Beat plays to win in “Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel“, a drag queen’s mushy pop wish.

The minimalist “Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel!” by Schoolyard Heroes hurls out the scores and name of the game in rising metal excitement. Take cover.

Dr. Dreidel gets down and dirty with “It’s Dr. Dreidel“. He lives it. He raps it. He is it.

In “DREIDEL” Gary Da Gawd is winning, winning, winning. But he’s cool with it. BLUE ALERT rap.

I’m going to say the best way to win is to cheat. “Dreidel Bird” by The Macaroons is not made of clay, but is a bird. Game over! Pop with a hint o’ blues.

It’s going to take a few days to sort out all the ‘Die Hard’ as a Xmas movie business. We’ve been down this road before, so let’s not repeat any of our previous selections.

Might as well give David Goody his due. His musical “A Good Christmas to Die Hard” still has a few songs we haven’t shared.

‘Carol of the Bells’ gets the yippie-ki-yai treatment in “Carol of Melon Farming Bells“. This one is so gentle that the tagline profanity gets a Spoonerism euphemism.

No one calls it “Helsinki Syndrome” is a silly side eye reference to snide movie lines.

‘Angels We have Heard’ becomes “Agent Johnson Must be High” as a rap piece.

“Blow the Roof” is more quick filler, with sfx.

The outro, “Ode to Joy” merely plays music. Must be why i haven’t shared all.

As a postscript, “Sinatra Nearly Starred in Die Hard” peeks behind the production to discover who WASN’T in the starring role back in 1988. Jazzy pop.

Copping the intransigent attitude that somehow explains the holes in the plot, The Benefit & The Chinese Firekites unload “Kevin’s Lament (Did Anyone Order Me a Plain Cheese?)“. These are the warning signs set to tinkly pop.

“I Made My Family Disappear” is one of the big lines in the film. Vista Blue gets retro surf with the storyline. This is sock hop material, babies.

Colburn Sound Express pinpoints the struggling orphan’s checklist with fun kidsong bluegrass in their “I Made My Family Disappear“.

“I Made My Family Disappear” is more retro surf from The Home Alones that tries on lines from all across the production. Aaaaahh!

The Wet Bandits force death metal into their “I Made My Family Disappear“. Lord help us.

One of my faves adjacent to the ‘Home Alone’ nonsense is when Jason Bojangals encroaches on Taylor Swift with his “Blank Space and Home Alone” parody. I might be insane, indeed.

“Kevin’s Lament to the Tree” sets lines to the song by, again, Colburn Sound Express. This is his emotional peripeteia, so you can have your feels. Symphonic pop.

The number one movie for three months 1990-91, this madcap comedy promotes child abuse and stand-your-ground sociopathy–but in a funny way. Good times.

To remind you of this unlikely comedy, Axis of Awesome retells “Benny’s Christmas Story“. Spoken word, tongue in cheek, because… Christmas.

This is such a honking big cultural icon that DJ Primo samples only a couple memorable lines into head banging EDM to get “Home Alone @ Christmas“. Add this to your dance playlist.

Heat maps returns with a greasy pop rendition of the “Home Alone” ordeal. Special notice is given how long The Wet Bandits will be locked up.

The Not Fur Longs celebrate with holidays with desultory indie, but then tangent off into Kevin praise with “Make It Home Alone“. Mixed messages.

Monster and The Family hard metal their respects with “Home Alone Kevin“, an introductory, and “Home Alone the Plan“, concerning the besiegement. Anger arrangement.

Fountain Dew recount the plot again for us, with hooting and hollering and appreciations out the pop song. “Home Alone” is the greatest Christmas movie.

Watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ on the telly is a tradition many use to herald in the season. Beats throwing yourself off a bridge, i reckon.

Chad Serhal w/She Does is Magic whistles and ukes up the joint with the unfrilly folk of “Christmas“. They watch it, and i daresay attempt to achieve it.

Drugged out childishness with “Dancing Under The Mistletoe” chimed over by Vaginals. Never have the ordinary chores of Christmas sounded so bizarre.

Robert Bergeron gets garage carried away with “My Christmas With You“. Hollering and banging on the geetar, they really do watch the broadcast over and over.

Chainsaw McGee conducts what sounds like seagulls over “Dreck the Halls“, a sorrowful take on the plot points of our current picture. It’s Something Awful.

At the “Holiday Inn” Bryan White softly pops about being stuck, and there’s some movie on HBO. Suddenly Christmas isn’t so bad.

Wanting to watch this old rerun is a come-on for Danielle Cormier who feels “Merrier With You” despite the ASMR pop.

“Into Christmas” for JOYWIRE means Hallmark Channel movies on replay. This pop rocker has an infectious beat that supersedes their taste. So, uh hunh.

Wonderstate’s “Covered in Love” compares Hallmark movies to reality when Christmas chaos ensues. It’s a low bar, but there you are. Soft country pop.

“You, Me & Hallmark Christmas Movies” by Jason Michael also blurs the lines with his crazy, crazy romantic roller coaster of a holiday. Country slurred pop.

She tries to escape the big cityscape begins “Like A Hallmark Movie” and thus does Austin Martinez reveal the secret formula to the perpetual motion machine. Garage rock.

“Tangerine Christmas” brought to you be Donny & the Bunnies is an odd duck of a holiday celebration, with desserts and cookies hanging on trees, and Hallmark movies on TV. But the gentle pop enlightens us. We were all the hummingbirds rac(ing) around the palm trees. Each one of us.

Francesca Castro returns us to the thrilling days of the pandemic in her R+B “Santa’s Gotta Stay Home“. Movies aren’t a problem at least. Making a meal of these lyrics is.

Putting the meh in meh-ry Xmas, Eleni and the Uprising millennially rock “Chilly“. Movies put the numbness on hold, briefly. Bleak.

Holly Berry can no longer stomach those films “This Christmas“, ‘cuz you’re not there. Minimalistic R+B to tug at your feels.

Mommy said we could Watch Christmas movies, maintain the children while dad partakes of a “Christmas Cup of Cheer“. Then another. What’s in the cup, Daddy? wonders this sloshy pop of an experimental number. Messages are questioned.