Category: pop music

Getting down to Ohio, “Christmas in the 330” is rap-infused pop that celebrates like there’s no holiday after the 25th. The BreezeWay party hearty. Bring the Akron-curious.

Something about the year long stretch from one Xmas to the next brings out the larger than life, the mythical, the monster.

Jesus, my friend, gets a consult in Popular Mechanics’s “364 Days a Year.” Menacing rock.

Third in a series of video game villain Christmasses, “The Fright Before Christmas” takes The Stupendium to meet all manner of weirdity without much concern for consequence. 364 days a year they’re rather vicious, but this one day they’re all too preoccupied with opening their toys. Fun, meaty pop.

“Krampusnacht” rips metal confessions from Sterbhaus, who seems to dig the monstrous torture around Xmas in exchange for That which I’m getting for 364 days doing everything I wish and more. Those metalheads–

Damien Marusenko focuses on only “Bloody Queen.” Santa goes out one night of the year The other 364 she instills fear (and it implies she might be Mrs. Claus). Seems she’s only equipped with a 12 gauge, but the attitude persists. Sepulchral pop. And BLUE ALERT profanity.

364 is not quite the count of days in a year. It is the count of day after to day before Christmas. It’s all the days in-between. Which is tougher when it’s for the one who turns your crank.

Sam DeMartino croons to the pop “364 Days (Lying Under the Christmas Tree).” She’ll come back home again then. ‘Cuz she’s the present lying under there. Objectifying there, man.

Title missed his bro for 364 days since he got her girls and stuff back then. Oh, i see, he’s Santa. Keeps rapping to himself to not “Fall Asleep!” otherwise he’ll miss out. Glad i didn’t miss it.

364 days went and passed me by Maya (feat. B. Nicole) laments about also missing Santa in the la-la-la ooh-oooh pop/rap “Bad Santa.”

Kally knows it’s been 364 days since you touched her lips. But, you are “Christmas Dinner“! Seriously, this sprightly pop smitten missive is heartfelt (burp).

Static Monsters get cute with the garage-pop “364 Days.” Next door crush is moved away by parents. He won’t let her go. So he’ll see her again… next Boxing Day! But wait… is that a twist at the end! Oh no!!

It’s tough to have to wait the whole year for the next Christmas.

The Linedance Fever has a certain dread of “365 Days of Christmas” since it’s that long since you left and the killing and the jail time and the losing of minds. Hand clapping hillbilly folk. Yikes.

Christmas Children’s Choir has the antidote so we may 365 days a year Keep the feeling all through the year. “365 Days a Year,” a symphonic tribute, is piffle, but quite well done piffle.

More reverentially, Zo! Gospel Choir modulates adult voices for “Christmas 365.” Why doesn’t Christmas last 365 days year? they soar to the heavens. I dunno.

Ariel, Zoey, & Eli squeezebox the bebop pop to demand why must it be “365 Days ‘Til Christmas.” A year of chances results in the same disappointment every year. A book? Shampoo? C’mon! Where was the pony!?

You know what else is endless (365 days a year)? Besides Christmas?! It’s love. Or it should be.

D Heywood’s simple metaphor is love = Christmas. But the weird heavy organ and cavernous echo on the vocals makes “365 Days of the Year (Christmas)” an R+B train wreck. It’s the thought that counts. Is what we say when the words don’t add up.

Pop bubblegum says the romance! Stella Roya (feat. Brysun) has ended years of loneliness when she got “Xmas with You.” Cute as babies! Then auto-tune rap spoils it all.

NeeNa Lee thinks “Every Day Should be Christmas” since Tis the season that we fall in love. Smooth soul seals the sentiment with a silky sizzle.

With more bounce, Nicole Mullen would love for Christmas to stay “365” days, since Love would be the gift we gave 365 days. Party R+B, but intimate as heck.

Dylan Daley is not too good at make-up songs as proved by his “Merry,” a sad sack passive aggressive why-can’t-we-get-together-now-that-I’m-back-in-town-for-Christmas-instead-of-400-miles-away emo-boy pop ode. Whiney to the max.

Rizo is dealing with the haters hanging with the 1907 Syndicate and worrying about keeping up. “Life Goes On…” stresses the purpose, but eases on the mad rhymes–Fuck you if you don’t like me I’m just trynna make a living Buy everybody 900 dollar presents for Christmas… which must be the mark of success or something.

The Red Squares represent the smug SOB who tells his girl he’s right. So she takes a Greyhound bus back home for the holidays To be with her East Coast family 900 miles away–not a good sign. “Santa Don’t Stop for Me” is the logical call-out for a boy who’s as bad as any boy can be. But the music is boy band as good as can be.

What’s nine one one to you? A call? A car? A calamity? It could be so many things!

Some Karen called 911 when someone Christmas Day was seen breaking and entering in “Santa Got Arrested” by The Arrogant Worms. Bouncy pop. Just what we need.

Also calling would be Cledus T. Judd who can take only so much “Merry Christmas From the Whole Fam Damily.” Pop redneck country. [Cledus also avails of 911 in “Tree’s on Fire.” Fishing for spokesperson role?]

Pyreworks heavy metals the merry tale of children calling for help when “Santa Died” on the floor of their home–where’s Grampa?!

A 911 Carrera tops RuffGotRhumes’s “My Christmas List.” Inoffensive, nay playful, rap.

JohnLion compares a rare beauty to both Christmas morning and a Porsche 911 in “Sleigh Tonight.” Lusting rap for that red dress.

Nick and Gabe bring it back around to novelty with “Thank God (9/11 Wasn’t on Christmas).” This pop tribute begins with how awful people make the holidays, BUT… ‘coulda been worse. Thanks for the perspective, boys.

“Dial 999” is a fun children’s song about Santa crashing and needing emergency services. Plus a house fire, and a runaway cooked turkey. Pauline Willoughby has an odd sense of appropriateness, but when we realize 999 is emergency for the UK all is clear again. Those Brits!

Tortured banjo folk from People Who Look Like Things disses the religiously observant, claiming there are only “1000 Christmases.” Then we’ll be free. They keep singing about it so much, they note there’s only 999 more now. What’s got there goat (lamb?)?