Category: pop music

Pissed off at his own childhood nostalgia, Frontier Ruckus leads us a merry garage chase to “Orion Town 2.” The brass is brassy, the poetic lyrics beat: I-75 is the swallower of Christmas; The gloom of its gladness is night on our shoulders Connecting our sorrows like ponds with an isthmus. Grow up already!

Back onto the same route: I-75 is a dark roadway lined With the wild electricity of the Animal behaviors… Frontier Ruckus backtracks into banjo strummin’ screaming. “Driving Home, Christmas Eve” drives home the melancholia of Christ’s Mass.

“Rudolph Did a Whoopsie on My Rooftop” includes three quarter of a hundred weight of residue. Ivor Biggun does his music hall burlesque with a jazz bent here, and it’s crap-tastic.

A bit off topic, the talky experimental “Comatose Cakes Penguin” deals with the wintry feel of a dangerous flightless bird. ColdmaN5 explains that He takes a lot of naps 75 hours at a time–These aren’t naps; These are comas. There’s even a Xmas part where he decorates his room like a holiday with the dismembered parts of his enemies. It’s the merriest!

Brad Brewer is south of the Georgia line “A Palm Tree at Christmas.” This country folk is homespun and home-recorded. Kinda rocks, though.

Also deeply South (and warm) Craig Croker Jr. gently strums and folks and pop of “It’s a LowCountry Christmas.” I just about smell it….

Eighty degrees in The Keys is the least of Grandpa C’s problems. Featured in The Christmas Workshop Band Jingles’s “White Christmas Dream,” the rapping oldster is stuck in a horrible holiday loop. Don’t let it catch you. But, if it does, Pass the beer.

Also Floridian, Artie N croons the pop “Xmas in the Sun,” a Calypso-adjacent chill party. Not sure why he’s pretending Mexico–guess 80 isn’t warm enough.

On the other coast, “Boost Christmas” is much more Caribbean (?!?) from SUPERCHARGED (feat. Kwanza Jones & Matty). Pop bubblegum party spew.

Palm Beach is the high pitched pop squealing second-best for Kara Colvin “‘Til I’m Home.” If you can’t be where you want to be be where you are… i guess.

Chill out, it’s Christmas music. Not too hot now….

They say it’s gonna be a hundred degrees, worries the incarcerated narrator in Pual Kelly’s “How to Make Gravy.” But it’s Australia, so that tracks. This rocking apology for not being there then closes with the promise he’ll pay them all back by making the gravy later. So… desperate.

“It’s a COVID Christmas” is a home spun parody of ‘Here Comes’ without much oomph. The wit glistens at a hundred degrees and maskne, but Payton Marie is just a kid having fun.

Kylie Minogue (with Dannii Minogue) is ready to dance and love everybody even if it is “100 Degrees.” That’s the thing about Christmas. Don’t have to be white. ‘Kay? Diva pop.

Loves me some “Heat Miser.” (Well, not the Harvey Fierstein verzh….) But been there done that. Let’s try the fantastical rap reimagining of Promise (feat. Robby Atkins): “The Misers.” Oddly the hot one is now female. Still loves it one hundred and one degrees. Faboo.

Rustic set, but country folk pop–“Tangier Christmas” fiddles up a snowstorm, then stops by the barn-like church for Rows of wooden pews and song hymnals Turn to page 101 and sing along. Down home fun.

I’m on the 101 and I look at my phone–Traffic is delayed, is the resigned slomo pop cry of NVR enuff in “Christmas This Year” (as in: I won’t be at…). He’s leaving L.A. at Xmas, which is tough ‘cuz you are my drug. Guess he’s going cold turnpike.

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!