Category: pop music

Social distancing during the pandemic Xmases of 2020 (and even 2021) resulted in a loss of spirit, as heard in “I Miss You” by Crz N Go Sounds. Funky rap that points out: I can’t help but complain about this, Six feet apart It’s way too far—

“Lonely Christmas” can result from This time My imaginary art Is to hold you in my arms, But we’re still six feet apart. Milan Tausch slows the role to pop tragedian. (Hint: bring a translator.)

Louie Volta has a warning for Santa this “COVID Christmas“: So save your sleigh for another day And stay six feet away. Swinging lounge easy listening. But a downer.

Creature Comfort also recommends Santa comes when I’m asleep Six feet from me he shall keep. But in this “Christmas in Quarantine” he’s got a bubble (I’ve got you Under the mistletoe). Blues rock, but well planned.

Sarah Larkin, on the other hand, relates her family’s dysfunctions, so “I’ll be in Quarantine for Christmas” is not so bad, And I’ll enjoy Christmas beyond a 6 foot distance. Sassy Dixieland ukulele fun.

Jacob Restituto makes the best of it with electronic bopping in “Christmas in Quarantine.” I’m giving love without reason ‘Cause you know it’s the Season Six feet, but I still feel close to you. So much silver lining, i can’t see the grey clouds at all.

Making a statement, Pauli’s “Covid Christmas” pop sirens out better angels like: Unless it’s essential I’ll just put my mask on–Six feet apart showin’ kindness it ain’t that hard to do; Love’s in the air but you know Covid is too. She’s enlightened, and you can be, too. (Used to think Corona was just a beer.)

Taking a stand, The Liggetts claim nothing can’t stop the Nativity! in “Christmas in Quarantine.” Can we sing our neighbors carols; Leave some treats at their door If we promise to keep it Six feet or more? Electronic pop/rock for the whole family.

Taking minds off it, “What shall We Crochet on Christmas Day? (You can Knit Take Our Christmas Away)” by Declan McKenna smoothly folk improvises, while still keeping six feet from others.

Amateur ‘Holly Jolly’ parody “Covid Christmas” from Lossed Soul gets scary: Don′t forget your mask ya know and you better keep 6 feet–Oh, no its COVID tho in everyone you see Somebodys close to you then you’re six feet deep. Laughing? Crying? Bored?

More a freestyle scat than a rap, “Merry Christmas in the Land of the Free” by ‘James Watson, Sr.’ proclaims: Men and women are still standing under the mistletoe Blowing kisses six feet away and Wishing for the throwback days Of juliet and Romeo. Let’s see–Nose shining brightly and pumpkin spice coffee are mixed with still under the British colony and the virus took away many… Super weird.

Jazz lounge sexiness from Leslie Elaine in “Social Distance Christmas.” And when Santa comes on his sleigh (Hey!) He better stay six feet away! actually empowering.

Also a bit pissy, Abbey Scott sings “Quarantine Christmas” like a pop diva. Hanging up my stockings 6 feet a part and Setting all my presents 6 feet a part. Toilet paper for my Xmas list!

Upbeat pop and fun imagery lift up Emily Seibert’s “Quarantine Christmas.” Fight over a turkey with a six-foot pole Lose, go home and eat the cookie dough roll! Now i’m nostalgic for house arrest!

Libby Hammer addresses that confusing Australian “Christmas in the Summertime” with kidsong frenzy. I’m gonna spend six weeks In the swimming pool, she brags (but recommends sun screen).

Ariana Grande counts the days with her boo in “True Love.” After six days in your arms I got that tattoo on my heart. Singing about love in pop music means never having to say you’re sorry.

Kristin Wilson is sorry she fell in love–with a guy who left! Her “Christmas Wish” is to control time: I know New Years’ Eve is just six days away but I don’t want to start a new year feeling This way. Woo woo extra-slow pop,

Latitude matters: It doesn’t help the sun for six damn days it disappears And on the seventh day it drags us kickin’ into a New Year, declares “S.A.D. Xmas” according to Kevin Hansen with superior indie sentimentality.

Never too late to wish: Six days till Christmas And I don’t know what I need; I just know that when it gets here I want you there with me. Sultry R+B from Liz Elias in the form of “Six Days Till Christmas.” Loving.

Frida Hyvönen misses something else around the holidays. Six hours back across the ocean is something called “N.Y.” Her fortissimo lounge pop makes clear her Christmas wish. Let her have it. She’s good.

Leo Yang does a piano bar whisper about being a child and kinda overdoing the Christmas morning with stockings in the bed, getting up at 7 to attack the boxes, and such. But “The Most Heavenly Christmas Gift” is some angelic house call. Dreamy. But scary.

It was 7 in the morning; I checked if he was snoring, claims Benjamin Rinartz  (feat. Sai Crutchfield, Konner Remlinger & Tyler Wilson) after the garage rock reveal “Santa Ate My Brownie.” BLUE ALERT reactions ensue.

EXP recalls getting up at 5AM as a child, now UK-rapping during this decade, “Christmas at the 20 Summat,” he doesn’t want to get up with the nieces at 7AM… So I’m getting up to 7 presents, then I’m getting drunk–will be all that’ll happen. Why rush it?

“Christmas Morning” is the morning after for Fralphie Jenkins. BLUE ALERT though, ‘cuz he’s not a happy hangover kinda guy; despite saying: It’s 7 am, the Ubers outside, You guys take off, I’ll be alright. There’s trash, it’s a mess, he’s sodden… merry yeah.

Newland has naughty plans for his bae when he’ll be “Home for the Holidays.” I’ll pull up at the crib around seven, he raps expectantly. Be ready.

It’s seven o’ clock and I’m on my way Eating the miles down this highway croons Brian McKnight in the schlocky country tune “Christmas You and Me.” But then it’s eleven o’clock… and he’s not there yet. Don’t wait up, kids.

Admitting she’s late Cece Williams swans: Flight arrivals are a bit delayed; Party’s at 7 and  I’m gonna late, Still a few more gifts to buy. Funky pop for “It’s Christmas” creates a somber yet elegant mood.

Wild slide guitar takes “Cowgirl Mermaid Christmas” all over the range. It’s been eight long months of quarantine. So get ready for a ho ho hoe down. Yule haw.

Also marking time, Mirabelle Meek notes It’s been eight and a half months; It snowed when we fell in love, Now the crisp air’s back and it smells like you. “Yours This Christmas” is light pop that wafts above ordinary concerns to reach the heights of love.

Pulling a 180, Ants on a Log (feat. Billy Jonas) pop announce “I’m Not a Christmas Celebrator.” Instead of the 25th, they watch for dates like January 8th, National Bubble Bath Day. Plenty more holidays come up; you should join. in.

We’ve listed/listened to quite a few Hanukkah novelties already. Do the overlooked ones characterize the number eight?! Jew bet! Jack Forman has an eight day mascot, the “Hanukktopus.” This kidsong of elevated molluscan irony is wonderful in sooo many ways. Well, okay, in eight ways.

Alt folk rock from Clean Plate Libretto delivers unto us the light holiday celebration “Best Time of the Year,” but–before you know it–Bright menorah, Eight days and nights, Burning candle lights, Awkward family fights. What holiday is this about? Black Friday? But it’s so pretty.

Caitlin Cook gets jazz lounge while comparing Chanukah and Christmas [Christmas lights?–We have some kickass candles that burn for eight straight nights] in “Let’s Celebrate Christmas.” It’s all for fun. And it IS fun.

Yael Karoly is more cheesy pop (and desperate) wanting you to be her Hanukkah gift this year: And no I can’t give you 12 days of Christmas but baby
I’ll give you 8 rockin’ nights. “Very Merry Jewish Christmas” is more diplomatic than dishy, more crafted than crafty. Nice vocals.

Pitch perfect parody from Jake Novak, “The Jewish Christmas Song” takes ‘The Christmas Song’ and translates it note for note (Tiny tots giving dreidels a toss
Will find it hard to sleep for eight long nights).

“Holiday (No Joy)” is the pessimistic approach to the awful winter days. No happy Hanukkah, 8 days, 8 nights, No Kwanzaa, nor Christmas tonight, mourn SPAZZ & The UnDead with willful pop music. Sorry!

The saccharine chaser comes from Josh Gad’s Olaf the snowman, who wants to know how everyone in a non-denominational Disney fantasy celebrates “That Time of Year.” (One response: Eight nights in a row we light menorahs on our mantels.) Bombastic show tune.

Less sweet, Ana Gasteyer belts out “In the Market for a Miracle” from ‘A Christmas Story, The Musical.’ (See, Ralphie is checking other holiday gifters to get his most wanted gift; the response begins, Livin’ it up for eight crazy nights, Boychik you wanna stick with me! But ends with You’ll shoot your eye out! Oy vey.)

Paul Toshner is “Coming Home” for Christmas, and yet: We light our lamps just 8 days, But ones enough Coming home for Christmas. Banging piano bar folk.

More awkwardly, Queen Elizabitch III (feat. MayTwentyTwo & Menorah Jones) altos the sweet pop ditty “Hanukkah in the City.” Eight nights of LEDs, kids get exploited singing songs of Maccabees. Still, it’s a love song.

BLUE ALERT!!! Dawgs on Campus rap about Hitler and pussy, but the big celebration is when “It’s Hanukkah in Cowtown“–Spin that fucking dreidel round 8 Whole nights, it’s goin’ down (wait, wait–apologies are included).

The pandemic resulted in new traditions, like: My best friend sits down at her table; We hit play at the same time To watch “Eight Crazy Nights, ” Like we did when we were kids. Kate Yeager’s “Holidays for One” is bittersweet R+B pop.

Sorry to say, Destiny’s Child cribs from ’12 Days’ for “8 Days of Christmas.” Among the R+B winning gifts they get are a back rub, a gift cert, and a poem. Guess there’s a Mercedes in there somewhere, too.

Joe Furey & Alex Quahurt lend rap some FM elegance in “I Wanna Do Christmas with You (Again).” Not without pain, however, as Dad’s absent–or is he Santa… but poor Santa: When you’re Santa Clause You’re forced to divorce from what was before For the Northern Pole, where the Christmas trolls Control my need to lead on all things Christmassy All hours a day eight days a week.

Quark Lepton is sad when it’s “Christmas in Space.” That’s ‘cuz you left him! That’s extra lonely. Since this maudlin pop is coated in country, he doesn’t take this dry: I got drunk the first eight days of Christmas With Unit Seven…. (Good stuff.)

How tall is Xmas??

A minute left of Christmas Eve, Hypnotic snow now falls, Wandering home erratically, Feeling ten feet tall, The Free Cities leads us to love on “Christmas Day.” Pop rocking the hand holding and the kiss at midnight Eve. Shucks.

Wanting, too, to feel ten feet tall, Chris Pope with The Chords UK hair rock “Come on It’s Christmas Day” like it’s the anthem we need right now.

Bluegrassy country from Florida Georgia Line begins with: Daddy won’t stop bragging ’bout How we cut us down a big one Perfect size, ten foot high. But that Christmas tree ain’t the only thing gettin “Lit This Year.” Pass the ‘shine.

The tree’s gotta be ten feet high when it’s “Christmas Time on a Pirates Ship (A Christmas Shanty).” This Cookies and Cream Entertainment with Derek and Andrew devolves pretty rapidly, but it’s short so–gargle ye grog and go.

Dan Drnach swings the pop music as a “Hometown Santa.” The tree outside the bank must be 10 feet or more there on Main Street. It’s home. Probably don’t even argue about politics.

Kim Mitzo Thompson with Hal Wright kidsong the kidprayer: “I Hope It Snows On Christmas Day.” Guess how deep they hope it’ll get. Go on, guess!

Los Doggies doesn’t want you to be “Mad for Christmas.” And that’s despite, you know, TV squawker, 10 feet of snow, corn not popped, and all that bad stuff. I mean, love. Squirrely pop.

10 foot tall tree, 10 foot deep snow… what else? Make Like Monkeys hauntingly chant the latest cool idea, “Santa Should Ride a Yeti.” Guess how tall! Pop for kids.

Since we count in base 10, this is going to get eclectic. Let’s turn it up.

Wild Earp (feat. Sweet Sassy Molassey) tell the sad country tale of “A Christmas Miracle.” About to lose the house: unexpected gas in the tank, leftover pizza in the fridge, and a shoveled path (at 10 A.M.) still amaze. Upbeat, but beaten up.

Fralphie Jenkins has another tragic song. Ten o’clock, the traffic starts to slow Drive all night and hope I make it home. But the “Elf on the Dashboard” is no friend; stuck in the snow with gas station peanuts to eat and a cigarette lighter for heat our intrepid sojourner BLUE ALERT hopes Santa will get presents down the tailpipe. Strap in, this’ll take an alt-pop while.

77 Apes is BLUE ALERT upset about being home: Well Dad called from the tavern said he’ll be home round 10pm, My little brother’s running around naked firing nerf guns in the air: Merry Fucking Christmas it’s “Another Family Holiday.” This party is rocking with judgey disdain and distorted reverb.

“Home for the Winter” and in bed by 10, Sarah Read (with Theo Davis) play it dull with sparkling altpop.

Adam and Miles (feat. Malcolm Livesey) begin a new tradition one Xmas Eve “Smoking with Santa.” So every Christmas Eve a quarter past ten We blaze it up with Santa and rip again. Childish rap.

Blitzen Trapper’s edgy folk pop might be glad, but bullet holes and car sex aside, Ten o’clock and all is well brackets “Christmas is Coming Soon.”

Colliding imagery as well [Fragile stars and dough in the oven, Sleeping in till half past ten] from Lizzy Hilliard tinkles out the sweet low volume pop “Christmas is.”

The Hanging Bandits have another “Broke Christmas.” As they are British, they BLUE ALERT plan to jack Santa’s sleigh and take all eleven bags. Materialism sorted with angry pop music.

Trout Fishing in America has a yarn of counting down ten years but it’s “The Eleven Cats of Christmas.” Folky singalong. Get ready.

Sick Animation found a Christmas tree behind a Dumpster and once it’s on the roof of the car “11 Months Away” from the next Xmas, they become ’70s pop prepared for better times. It’s a millennial tale of redemption and iconoclasm i can get behind.