BLUE ALERT rap “Foreign Xmas” is oddly nostalgic, Twist swearing while reminiscing. I’ll prolly’ wish I was still 18 when I’m 52: Good thing ’bout having kids will be the christmas mood. Dropping some wisdom on ya.
Armed with a Glock 18 and the F-word, Stupid Division raps BLUE ALERT “There’s No Reason to be Jolly.” Share the pain. (Santa, you’re next!) ‘Tis the season.
Cricket label ran my childhood, so i’m a fan of Rosemary Jun’s “I’ve Got 18 Cents.” This kid’s dilemma of what to buy whom for Christmas with that (adjusted for inflation = $1.90 today) is overly orchestrated kidsong full of celebration! Wait for that last note!
Joe Denim gets boy-rednick growing up with a sad plastic tree from Sears—must’ve lasted 18 years. Daddy’s solution was to buy a boatload of arms and hardware, then build a pile for a “Real Tree Camo Christmas.” Soft pop of the novel kind.
Lonely enough to want “Santa be My Baby” Lorenz Leo (feat. Tom Micko) plead with pop and R+B: Hear me Santa I wanna become your man If you are a girl Or not. Unintentionally fun.
Danielle Iry feels the “Christmas Ghosts” instead of you. Not needing a Scrooge-in lesson, this experimental alt poetizes the void of isolation. Gird your lovelorns.
Ben Eales may be known for humor, but his “Christmas List” is a put-on of sexist proportions. Don’t be offended by him, be offended for him. Plaintive pop with a faded ring of R+B around the collar.
I just want to get on with my business, Getting tired of hearing crickets Lachlan Ondre prefaces when wishing in slow rap for “Merry Christmas and a COVID Free New Year.” Heavily accented, but that only adds to the malaise.
Hassann Hurricane dribbles out the dirge “A Christmas Crisis” as a celebration. But: Everyone’s celebrating Christmas, feeling the warmth of family, getting gifts I’m all alone, will I get anything? Keep loved ones on speed dial if you make it through this surrender of electronic pop.
Poetry set to symphony, the jazzy “Another Lonely Christmas” from Knights unrolls a journey of life, longing, and love. Spoiler: Cause baby you promised You promised me you’d never leave Then you died on the 25th day of December. Oh…banana daiquiri?
Only 25 days til you come back home, Dallas diva-R+Bs with sultry sussurations in “Snow Angel.” It’s lonely when you’re monogamous, pretty one.
Perhaps too young to worry about it, pop music rap from Brent Rivera considers “Skipping Christmas” ‘cuz it’s without love. Then–the twist ending! He’s so cute!
Loves me an inordinately pretty SAD song. “Unmerry Xmas” by Precious Gutierrez soars when it points out the 25th has passed like any other, Holidays seem to last only an hour or two–Felt like Santa’s list bears not my name; The only thing that came at night are the seasonal blues. Bluesy pop.
Caffeinated pop from Grayson DeWolfe, “Have a Merry Christmas” is only half-serious since you broke up with him. Never thought that I’d be out a date this year, he moans. Then bebops the title like it ain’t no thing.
And you’re alone this Christmas Eve: I hope it burns every time you think of me; I start a fire, try to forget you–I hope you’re locked up in your room Forgetting about me, begins the emo-boy rock of Search the City. “The Holiday Song” is a poison pill of tribute to what once was. And it’s the 25th of December And I remember the times, The times I felt alive (didn’t you feel alive?). It’s not me, it’s you.
I’m better off without ya, raps Ree$s in a spin on ‘Last Christmas’ with “This Christmas.” He’s moved on, melodically. He don’t give a fa la la.
Digging the holiday season isolation, Author’s Bias warns I’ll complain until I ruin it for you too. “Don’t Call Me This Christmas” is a half-speed garage-pop moan of a diatribe. Terrible, unless you’re in THAT place. Then it’s perfect.
Boyband sounds from Dre Smuzic (feat. Ketandu) crying: But on the 25th day of December this year I’m not askin for a lot I just want my baby here. A “Christmas Miracle” is all he needs. And a lyricist.
Ethereal pop from Modern Drawing is hurting from that one empty space and wishes for “Christmas with You.” But It’s 25 outside, but I feel colder by a landslide Cause that day everything changed–when you left. I get a ’50s vibe, though. So, cool.
Leo SC raps friendlily “Where’s Santa Claus at?” Waiting and waiting: 24th, I had a dream that the day was here–25, I had a blast with all the Christmas cheer. Happy endings for Xmas!
Lively and shakin’ it, Sugies dances R+B into “25 Days (Into the 12th).” It’s prepped, decked, and ready. Happymaking.
Half rap, haf glee club, half autotune, “Once a Year” is a jubilant paean to Christmas from Buskin & LilJB. Infectious.
Childish BLUE ALERT set to ‘Nutcracker,’ Seriously Sam endears us with his enthusiastic (and competitive) love of that time of the year in “Bitch It’s Christmas.” Damn.
Can Xmas bring out the little one in you? I could really use a good pick-me-up; Can December 25 hurry up? beckons the pop “Roll on Christmas” from George Pelham. Persistent timpani.
Or the full-grown fools never adult at all. “Beat 5” by Kingdom of McChikcen rando-raps the wishes and ‘responsibilities’ [Grab the keys to the Saturn, turn on the ignition Gettin’ home for December 25th is our mission] of the greedy. Grow up already!
Walking around in the 25 degree-ed weather, Kval miss being a kid in “Christmas is Bliss.” This sad, plodding alt-pop requiem for lost innocence haunts our Christmas spirit.
Numerology reaches into “Christmas is a Special Day” by Fats Domino. Since the difference of the digits of the 25th is 3, Jesus rises on the 3rd day, but lived until he was 33. (What was a good life span back then??) Sounds like an Easter message, but it’s honestly a go-to-church message. To the blues.
Alt rock from The Fall jumbles Jerusalem with Prestwich while observing The Laird’s birth and death (at the age of 33 Which is as good a time as any). “Xmas with Simon” is a true curiosity. Celebrate it!
Ted Leo gets punk with his requiem “Annunciation/Born on Christmas Day.” The Falkland Island War may have done in a mate of the artist’s as in Matty, you were born on Christmas day And just like the one they call Jesus Christ you had thirty-three years before they sent you on your way. Holidays, at times, are more than a celebrated mass, they are a way to mark your calendars. Legit song.
OneNamedPeter was not happy during COVID-19 when “Christmas is Cancelled.” His Brit pop bemoans the losses, including the wasted ten-ton turkey enough to feed 33.
Jamie Grace conjures Christmas any time when My 33’s on my Panasonic Like a cotton candy maker spinning with harmonics And my mama’s singing to it My daddy’s dancing to it…. “Christmas Together” is a real celebration, because of the music (wild, hand-clappin folk-pop). I mean, that’s my mission statement.
Over the Rhine takes us back in time [saxophone recorded forty years ago] to dwell in the sad past for “All I Get for Christmas is Blue.” Desultory jazz.
Tipped over 40 seems to be the appropriate age for a particular melancholy that requires the rationalization “It’s OK to be Alone (This Christmas).” Faithful Johannes (feat. Benjamin Amos) sways the funky pop to cheer me up and bring me down all in one song.
Corny much? The nonsense of the routine may get our wits in a twist but, Got our cameras, we’re recording Cause we’ll watch this when we’re forty–so sez Jamison Gray in his fine subtle pop “Christmas Morning.”
1980s humor dates the Fallen Angel Chorus making hay with ’12 Days’ in “For My 40-Something Christmas.” Work that vibrating thighmaster, girls!
“40 Years of Xmas” is an amazing countdown of the lives of Connor Ratliff & Mikey Erg. Folk strutting that borders on rap whirls my wind.
Jethro Tull’s back, but allowing Jesus some time off for good behaviour. Forty days, give or take a few in “Birthday Card at Christmas.” Poppin’!
“Not Quite Almost Christmas Time” is an unbridled celebration of the joy and stress of to much holiday calendar. Tom Hardy sings not quite children’s music, but not quite fun pop [So imagine how stressed he (Santa) gets when he sees people hanging ornaments A full forty days before Christmas—pretty stressed, right?]. Informative Aussie fun.
Somewhere around Christmas look out for “The Snow.” Seth Rhodes plays pretty pop about watching All the people on 51st street Our eyes covered by an ice sheet. Watch you dance step!
The TV with the 5.1 sound makes it hard to relate to family all trapped together for the holidays. But Sam Newton trudges out a reluctant, dutiful “Merry Christmas” with notes of country in his pop.
If it were “Christmas Every Day,” then it would be 52 weeks in a row–so says the pop music math of SimplePlan. Count on it. And dance to it.
Richard Sponaugle can complain and cuss on 12/26, ‘cuz it’s “52 weeks Until Christmas.” Straining folk/pop with agenda.
Amanda Shires trembles when she gets “A Real Tree This Year.” She’s been waiting the whole 52 weeks for this. And–whew–it smells like menthol and Old Spice. Countrified pop with some funky honky tonk. In her companion piece “Gone for Christmas” her list of wants includes fifty two weeks paid vacation. (Uhh, that’s FROM you.)
Mandy Rowden tickles the strings (of a bouzouki??) with her hopeful plan: “Christmas with You.” West 56th Street is too cold for her, so she’ll catch a flight to get there. Melodic. Sweet. Insistent.
