Category: pop music

The first step is admitting you have a problem. No, wait, the first step is rock bottom. No, hang on, the first step is being obviously out of sorts…. Hell, to each his own.

Leading by example, “Sometimes Even Santa Needs a Shrink” is posited by Dr BLT with wily jazz riffs, yet cloaked in confidentiality.

The H.P. Lovecraft Society returns for “All I Want for Solstice is My Sanity“. It’s a ‘Hippo’ rip-off and it’s slavish to the original text.

‘Sleigh Ride’ refig “All I Want For Christmas Is My Mental Health” by Chili A.F. makes little sense, but stays on the beat.

The Stools may be giving up while hollering out “Sanity Ain’t Comin’ This Christmas“, but all punk music is a need for attention.

Asking for peace and love, Aaron Varble folk-pops “Merry Christmas, Sanity“. There’s actual pleading here. Anything like that in your boxes, magi?

“All I Want for Christmas Is My Sanity” is Future_Music’s long laundry list of all the stressors of the holiday. Would a silent night actually help? Harsh pop.

Asking for help Abigail Ory asks “All I Want For Christmas Is Emotional Stability” with adorably bluesy klezmer. Repeat until cured.

A bit more unreality for all.

Is Santa a lie? “Santa Delusion” is AI rap from @hdammotowa. Testimony from the pulpit, i guess.

Suffering from the same malady, Alberto Baston sings “The Sleigh Ride of Delusion” living normally while seeing only Hallmark. AI showtune.

“Christmas Delusional” by The Unfiltered Era of Uncringed Hoggets is a real Sing Along with Mitch moment, only AI. And barely sensible. Ha.

“Santa’s Got a Dragon” might be prog fantasy, or it might be madness. Fugli isn’t actually judging, only saying. Ride on.

Jefferson Starship parody time! “Delusions” are diagnosed by Merkel and the Merkelettes. Fine fooling around pop rock pointing fingers.

“Momentary Flashes” seems to be Aspiga deconstructing mental health over getting gifts. Not sure. Raucous indie.

In “The Morley Christmas Rapper” Mozart Rottweiler with Sinister Undertones channel guilty E.A. Poe characters hearing what isn’t there. The rapper here is rapping, tapping on the walls. Spooky. Sardonic pop.

An overused, multipurpose word ranging from derogatory to celebratory judgment, crazy begins here with manic connotations.

“Crazy Christmas!” from a musical by Sally K. Albrecht is child friendly, in fact it’s a school assembly showtune for 10 year olds. It may push you over the edge.

Nathan Carter also opts for perfect as a substitute meaning for “Crazy Christmas“. He’s got the girl and the world by a ribbon. Country jazz bombast.

Unbelievable is perhaps what Mitchell Scott meant for his hard country [AI] pop “A Crazy Christmas Night“. He helped Santa with bad deer and evil elves.

Sound of the Suburb indicates the speciality of this unbelievable holiday in the rockabilly “Crazy Christmas“. Crazy as in hep, cats. [Like the cover of “Dig That Crazy Santa Claus” by Ralph Marterie & his Orchestra, vocal by Lola Dee and chorus… or The Debonairs’ “Crazy Santa Claus“. It’s a whole thing.]

The Bellamy Brothers also dilute the diagnostic with “We All Get Crazy at Christmas“. Twangy country with no fruitcakes to give.

The “Crazy for Christmas Lady” as country popped by Genevieve Goings is about an obsessive decorator. OCD is not exactly crazy, but people will label.

You know what’s fun? Dirty Nice claims that’s when “It’s All Gunna Go Wrong This Christmas“. Always happens, so–you gotta larf about it, donyuh? Bilious pop. [The animated video features a comet-riding dinosaur destroying your house and Santa, so… fun.]

The “Pointless Christmas Song” brought to you by Johnny Setlist would like art to reflect life. He wishes well with practice piano pop, but what’s the point?

Losing his shirt, Walt Hoagland countries “I Hope I Make It Through Another Christmas“. Shopping, am i right? It ruins everything!

Paul and Storm would prefer Xmas to be boring. After the 2020 shitshow, they toast with easy listening to an “Uneventful Christmas“. If wishes were horses….

Kincaid folk pops “Summer Is Half A Year Away” with off kilter brass and filtered harmonies that signal hope. They even maintain I like Christmas. But this mess undermines the spirit and spits on the joy. Just saying.

The Sixth Great Lake pleasantly retro-pops our closing wherein we realize it’s not the holidays that tire us out so much as “Always After Christmas, Boring“. Even in the 1960s (or at least with that style of sound) we could hardly care. I’m clapping along! Look!

Jeff Grant is not fully on board with the season. In his “Snow City” he tries to enjoy the whiteness, but falls out with the brisk enjoyment. Sorta pop, but in a depressed way. Later he hopes for a “Light Christmas” with no drama. Sorta folk, but with cross to bear. And next, his “Christmas Sunset” itemizes all the chores he’s not looking forward to. Sorta indie, but bourgeoisie. Finally his “Yuletide to Tide You Over” rushes to get it over with it. Again part-indie, but lackadaisical. Iconic stuff.

“Teenage Christmas” should be right up our indifferent alley. Covered by Eux Autres, this is danceable disaffection, celebrating the fact rather than dwelling on the fracture.

On the polar opposite end of that, “12 Days Of Snowbird Christmas” depicts the distracted elderly as pointless and random. Brent Burns has been holding this in for a while, you can tell, but 12 Days?! Thanks, no thanks.

Make Like Monkeys return, contrarily celebrating an “Ordinary Christmas“. Nice retro pop that eschews frippery, and elects to stay in and not share. Like it, lump it, whatever.

The Regrettes (feat. Dylan Minnette) set up big band pop for their “Holiday-ish“. Slowly, but surely, the hopes and plans fall apart. It’s all not so good.

New Found Glory wants you NOT to have a “Somber Christmas” just because you’re heartbroken. Plenty of reasons to cheer up; plenty of reasons not to. Call it a pop rocking draw.

Amanda Shires would prefer a “Silent Night” due to So much loss and so much grief. Ponderous hymnal with a goth bent.

Irreconcilable differences make The Wish You Weres not wanna celebrate their “Holiday in Splitsville“. BLUE ALERT punk. Their “After-Math” recommends eating and drinking yourself into a coma for Xmas once you finally made a conclusion/you’re not getting laid over for new years. Well, alrighty then.

Learning to be alone, Any Other garages their “Cold House“, a place as discomfiting as outdoors in Winter.

Jascha calls it quits with the minimalist folk of “What the Hell; It’s Christmastime“. Had a good run.

Marshal Keep is afraid of Santa “Ruining the Holidays” by spreading ailment. Not COVID-19 this time: menopause, STDs, and diabetes. Cute pop, but you know what you did, you jolly bastard.

Reverbed within an inch of sense, “I Guess It’s Christmas” by Default American garages the lack of feeling (takes a minute to start singing) over the celebration.

Coleman similarly takes his Yamaha keyboard time to start his “Christmas Overture“. Ostensibly this is about love and joy, but the pop overstuffed griping, protestation about snowplows, and certainly the dead feeling of the vocals makes me lethargic.

Terrell’s iPod pisses and moans about your Xmas tree that’s “Cramping My Christmas“. Who’re you gonna call? No one! Jazzy slo-pop.

Waylan St. Palan & The Magic Elves yodel “Christmas Disaster” about loss of love, not loss of life. So, grieving here entails more drunkenness. Snazzy jazz sax solo buried in these blues.

Coco Hames retros “Keep Your Christmas” into girl band splendor, but that’s bc of the superiority she’s feeling over her heartbreak and world-crushed dreams. Great song, otherwise.

Endiamonds has a problem with those “Too Cool for Christmas“. Their club rock is too cool to start the song for a minute of lead in, but they ask you not to ruin it. So, i’ll let it stand.

In their same album, they up the tempo to piano electronica but are wearied that “Nothing’s Gonna Change” when it comes to the holidays. Be the change you asked Santa for.

At “December 25th” Jabee also slow rises to the song, then raps his disappointment along with the bouncing theremin beat. (Okay, the down is the rest of the year, while Xmas is the highlight–still, no joy.)

Yarou (feat. Sydney Smithmartin) warbles out about the “Broken Holiday” with more worry than worship. Family and love helps, but the pokey R+B trails off without solution.

“Christmas Tears” from The Superions is not based on tragedy, but a bitchfest over the neighbors’ yard decorations, snowfall, bratty kids, carolers… crap that makes the season bright. Queer pop.