Category: pop music

What could be worse for a generous soul than to be labeled elitist? Bad Folk try a carnival approach to indie with “Christ, It’s Cold.” That’s not just a reading on weather, but on humanity. BLUE ALERT

“How Does Santa Know?” lounge pops Lauren Mayer about who gets a visit and who has a menorah. Dim the house and cue the spotlight.

Yid Kids point out how devout they are (with sitar!), yet “Santa Doesn’t Come to Little Jewish Children’s Houses.” Guess they’ll have to make do with eight days of presents.

Worth repeating: Sarah Silverman demands reciprocity in “Give the Jew Girl Toys.” Wacky country show tune that asks WWJD.

Some Xians still don’t get goodies. “Will Santy Come to Shanty Town?” asks Eddy Arnold with easy listening (so-called) country. Praying doesn’t seem to help!

Toby Keith jerks the tears with quieter ‘country’ in the homeless child’s plea “Santa, I’m Right Here.”

Young And Sexy returns us to an indie mood via “Santa Claus Likes Rich Kids Better.” Yes, Karen, there IS a Santa Claus.

The Attery Squash (feat Rev. Ivan Stang as Santa) try Britpop hoppiness as “Santa’s Laughter Mocks The Poor.” [Song title ‘appropriated’ from Mystery Science Theater 3000.] Holy moly.

Is Santa more than a man? Or less? Sonny Boy Williamson II’s “Santa Claus” is into your lady’s dresser drawers. What gives? Blues? Pinks? Polka dots?

Frenetic punk from Alice vs. Everything alleges “Santa is Coming…” from sodomy and so jailed. Something’s terribly wrong.

“Santa’s a Dirty Old Man” concludes Lil Poverty Angels about his unstable mall behavior. Word jazz that does not include consent.

JMaq notices something disturbing while peeking Xmas Eve, but he doesn’t know “Why is Santa Wearing a Thong?” Stylized electronic rap with a twisty twist.

Crux dabbles in paedophilia with “A Touch of Christmas.” This showtune pop went there.

Monkish knows better when “Santa’s on the Register.” The sex offender list informs their garagey rock.

Rudy Casoni warns some Santas ain’t super in his lounge act “Beware, Beware.” Better take notes.

Matt Roach has a personal up close experience in the folk-rock “Santa Touched My Candy Cane.” This is not the worst report we’ve hear, but the trauma’s still there.

What could be worse? The Christmas Cards sweetly balladeer the pop “Santa’s Got a Secret.” What is said secret? Listen carefully. You’ll never be the same afterward.

Worth repeating: The Hot Rods declare “Santa’s Too Drunk to Drive.” It’s road ragin’ rockabilly that won’t slow.

Cabana Man shaggies the dog with a spoken word jive backed story that ends with “Santa Need a Cab.” It’s in the vernacular.

Applying metal, Halbstarke Jungs barks out “Drunken Santa Is Coming To Town.” (Then, Deutsche!) Watch the skies!

Gary Craig, in the style of Bing Crosby, croons an ode to Barney in The Simpsons pilot: “Drunken Santa’s Coming to Town.” It’s a fun parody.

A bit of the ol’ Dixieland from Beefus in the pathetic “Party with Santa.” ‘Tain’t pretty.

Actual funk from Jerry T. Band describes a “Naughty Santa.” There’s a barside altercation involving the Missus.

Mikey Geiger’s “Drunk Santa” is an electronic exploration with expletives laced in. Like that night you can’t quite remember.

Singing from Drunk Santa announces with pop electronica “My Balls (Are Hangin’ in the Tree).” Embarassing, but short.

The Hipwaders intro our hero with a ticking rocker “Santasploitation.” For one night only….

LaLa Deaton is big band happy that “Santa Claus is Makin’ His Rounds.” And she doesn’t mean bellies. Smooth jazz. Some itinerary slips out.

Peachy Keen unleash hyperactive kidsong on the unsuspecting with “Look Up! It’s Santa and The Reindeer.” LOTS OF SHOUTING to make their point.

While we’re on the flight topic, Todd McHatton rocks “Santa Flying in Your Sleigh” in order to show how much better knowing your music is better than knowing your audience.

Rap parody from The Withers treasures “Santa” and all he stands to give for.

Les Issambres pull out the ’70s hippie flute to make “Santa Claus (I Know Tippy Toe).” They seem to know a lot about the great global giver.

Minstrel antique from Make Like Monkeys wonders about “Father Christmas” and all his good deeds. Why?!

Ho ho ho, like jingle bells, ya dig? is the catch phrase from Sandy Baron’s “Swingin’ Santa.” Sax stirs it up and, honey, it IS stirred. Twistin’ and struttin’ and all that.

The Moods recognize that party crasher “Rockin’ Santa Claus” as well. He livened the party no living end. More sax, nascent rock.

Do You Hear What I Hear (feat. The Wicked Smart Horn Band) jump blues good ol’ “Santa” with insults that are really terms of endearment. They love ‘im!

Collaborateurs swing on down to “Santa’s Karaoke.” He’s got quite a repertoire, that Duke of donation. Swings!

Would you then like to “Sing Along with Santa“? As per The New Christy Minstrels that, strangely, requires generosity, courtesy, and gratitude. Loud folk.

A Harold Rippy monotones his inexplicably R+B pop to let us know there’s “Santa Claus Singing on the Back Porch.” Could be worse.

The Sonics cool the rock with their 1965 “Santa Claus.” It’s a wishing spree, but without proper reverence they may be gettin’ nuthen–nuthen–nuthen–nuthen!

“Go Santa Go!” is boogie woogie slay from Pepita Slappers · Joakim Wall. Rafters raised. The Duderinos hit “Go Santa Go” as more evenly paced and easier to follow. The Wiggles’ “Go Santa Go” is standard kidsong. The Rubettes (feat. Alan Williams) save it.

BeauSoleil bounces zydeco across town with “Papa St. Nick.” Sweaty, swampy, sweet.

Haschel Cedricson has decided than rap is whiteboy easy with “Santa Oom Mow Mow.” Cringe cool.

“Mr. Santy Claus” is a celebration of life from those retro popsters Make Like Monkeys. TCB, baby.

Worth repeating: The Tinseltown Players over-orchestrate kidsong to a classic big band elevation with “When Santa Claus is Flying Through the Air.” It’s the tick-tock percussion that sells it.

That famous old guy who comes to visit on Christmas Day is bio-ed in kidsong from Maple Leaf Learning’s “His Name is Santa Claus.”

Sammy Kaye and His Orchestra (Vocal By The Kaye Choir) shows how to jazz the kiddies without compromising musical integrity with the old-fashioned “Santa, Santa, Santa Claus.” Old fuzzy-face makes an appearance as judge/jury/giftacutioner.

Mary (New Zealand All Girl Band) is sweet on the “Big Boy.” Can’t wait to see him. Seductively swaying sweet pop.

Hyperbole helps out Oscray’s gentle indie pop “Santa is Magical.” The mundane life of mall-going and nostalgia takes flight with this earnest harmony.

The Goons at Something Awful know how to ironically challenge kidsong as with Dr. Cogwerks’s whispery pop “The Story of Santa.” It’s not just a matter of English fluency, it’s weird. There’s murderous revenge in there. Oh well.

Psychostick namedrops Santa (as well as Jesus and Chewbacca) in their manifesto “Obey the Beard.” Bro rock.

Jaydes does the sexist rap for “Dirty Santa.” Amongst the sexual innuendoes is the invitation to pull the beard.

Holiday Roger to the rescue with the most disgusting Santa beard of all. “Rudolph’s Got a Nosebleed” is electronic pop about where to wipe that mess. Ugh. [Outdoing himself, HR adds a nauseating list of “Things in Santa’s Beard.”]

The Hot Buttered Elves warn about not enough prep to play in the big sleigh. “Santa All Year Long” begins with a bad glue job, and ends with a fistfight in Vegas. Pop goes the whiskers.

Ken Jones uses the natural approach, growing his own in the ukulele comic folk “Santa’s Beard Song.” Amateur, yet precious.

Carbon Leaf also recounts the personal growth in the pop “LIVE” “Carter’s Christmas Beard.” It’s getting envious out there.