Category: pop music

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.

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.