Category: pop music

Charlotte Buckley is all broken up about being broken up with you around Christmas. Play 101.7, On the FM That’s my only friend, she moans in soft pop teary-eyed malaise. “Manhattan (A Glimpse Into the Future)” is the kind of music that’s about Christmas but not christmassy. Cool gloom.

The Bitters are [BLUE ALERT] fucking nuts to be celebrating “Christmas in July” when its’s 102. But they rock their nuts. What a scene.

Due to the pandemic we’ll have a “Happier New Year (Christmas is Cancelled).” Maggie Rose reports Rudolph’s got a temp of 102, and Santa’s on a ventilator. But she does it with classy country pop. Hand clapping tragedy time!

A broken arm and a fever of 103 only add to the cherished Christmas memories of Bri Kaye. Those memories/horrors are “Here to Stay” as the grown protagonist relives holidays through the eyes of a child. Sweet rollicking alt-folk.

Also reliving (And I think I will When I’m a 103) is Aselin Debison, nightengaling alt-pop in “As Long as It’s Christmas.” Sweeter than sweet.

Bedbound by Summer is living in the hear and now, calling out the minutiae of Christmas Eve (10-3, 11:15). While “Down (Again) in June” seems pissy about the chores, the banging pop trails off with a Tell me it will always be like this…. Wait’ll you’re older. Then you can reminisce.

We got all the memories So much more we can see Better than our first kiss Snow falling at Christmas is the all-over-the-place refrain in the love song “Neon Lights” from Natasha Bedingfield. This diva pop is not strictly Xmas, but so jubilant it is Christmas-adjacent. I’m comin’ to your frequency To 106 point me So there’s no Distractions. See, love can be fun.

Perhaps as a palate cleanser, The Worship Together Kids perform “Luke 2:14” as ‘The Promise of Christmas.’ This sprightly pop is uplifting, but no mere gospel praise. It’s a catchy tune!

In other holiday observations, Sugarbabes sweetly countrify their pop in “New Year.” Sitting here stressing at 2:30 am About how fast a year can go, I wonder where it went If we start all over again, would it really work? Post holiday loneliness is a real thing, friends.

Shama Mrema and PD revisit the synth keyboard chattering pop of the ’80s for the revelatory downer “Post-Christmas Slump.” Everyone’s busy, no work, nothing much to do, It’s 2:45 P.M., I haven’t gotten up. Millennial blues, dude.

Marco and Mando lounge us to amused-ness with “Oh What? A Christmas time.” Somewhere ‘twixt the expired eggnog, turkey spanking, and stolen mail they sing: Ohh what a sight, it’s 251, so delightful Grandma’s drunk, asking me And she’s puking on me. But it’s a pretty carol.

Of Montreal get under your da-da with the delightfully random “Christmas Isn’t Safe for Animals.” This gentle pop nonsense–besides looking out for the creatures of Creation–advises you to buy appliances from Sears for 225$–or just 250$ a month. Wow. Just wow.

Luna Wave love-splains, 321 days I spent the Better half of the year just holding your space. Seems “It’s Only Christmas (If You’re Coming Around).” This pretty pop petition pines for your presence, in a co-dependent way. Talk to someone, girl.