Category: pop music

Hamell On Trial (aka Edward Hamell) folk strums how “Santa Says (Christmas Pandemic).” BLUE ALERT, he’s done with you!

Psychedelic retro pop from Monkey Grippe posits “Santa Says” as more than just a children’s game. Groovy.

Tom Mason jazzes up the pop with “Santa Says Keep It Cool.” You heard him.

Getting ethnic, Colin Buchanan, Greg Champion play “Ryebuck Santa” as a good ol’ boy from Down Under. The kazoo may undercut her gravitas, but don’t mess wittum.

The Creams play “Santa Says” as a seres of dictums from Ol’ Chubby. He seems to have become radicalized, however. Uh oh. Retro pop.

Pinkfong won’t leave us alone with their kidsong. “S-A-N-T-A” is a play on the ‘B-I-N-G-O’ dog song. MY. NAME. IS. Great booming declarations.

Choppy English from illy & HOPI & 채이 wonders about being Santa… But then: Who am I; My name is Santa, continues “X-Mas Massacre.” I could use some help with this pop number.

Surf’s “A Rogue Santa” is spying hard on you, and BLUE ALERT doesn’t like what he sees. Video game rap.

“Welcome To The North Pole” has Michael Scott Dublin (feat. Robert O’Connor) voicing old man Kringle as some old boomer with little ‘ris (You should see the penguins run!). It’s a bit pop, a bit cowboy. Strange.

After a minute and a half of background noises, Song Boys features an interrogating figure as “I’m Santa.” Not a song so much as a bad dream.

Hex 1134 toss us a trap Claus, rapping “Like I’m Santa.” You can call me Shatter Claus.

One of the coolest Santas still wants to soul/blues bitch how “It Ain’t Easy.” Shon Sanders (from the Idaho Ho Ho album) sells the sass.

Christmasboyz almost raps the folk sad tale related to them: “I’m Santa.” BLUE ALERT–not many good things go with the bag.

Mike Gibson’s “I’m Your Santa Claus” persona is a bit disappointed in you. Better not yell at me, he warns. Pouting seems okay, howevs. Rockin’ pop.

Worth another listen: Syrpyntyne’s Elton John parody “Reindeer Man” sadly portrays our hero heroically.

“The Santa Band” features The Music Santa as kidsonged by Bebefinn & Pinkfong. Hmm.

Maniac Clown gets down to funk with The Man in “Reindeer.” What he lacks in goony talent he makes up with smarm.

FarmerHank goes full BLUE ALERT with “Saint Prick.” Racist, misogynistic, foul… get a PR mouthpiece and shut the rap up, man.

Holiday Roger’s “Bad Boy of Christmas” reveals statements made in haste. Electro-pop that shines a light on the dark underbelly of Santa.

Vedo the Singer wants to be a friend. But his breathy love pop “Tonight I’m Santa Clause” is a bit pushy. He’s just playing.

Le chat au café’s “I Think I’m Santa” (Alex Bergmans​/​Matt Chill G cover) comes off as a gentle rap (despite a BLUE ALERT). A bit mindless in its repetitiveness.

Royce Davies acknowledges an actual S.C., but wants to help out when he folk plans “I’m Being Santa This Year.”

Bobby Vinton recounts that easy listening pop time when that orphan asked “Dearest Santa” for parents. Santa tells the story. Keep it together!

The Not Fur Longs slide pop notes into one another for the dreamy “Yo Yo Yo (It’s Good to be the Santa).” Ding a ling ding a ling.

More posers! Keith Urban is gonna make everything all right ‘cuz “I’ll be Your Santa Tonight.” Believe in his jumpy country pop.

Honky tonk come ons from Willie Mack and Jason McCoy who confuse Mr. Gifts with some pimp daddy when they belt out “I Wanna be Your Santa Claus.” It’s s’posed to be about the GIVing, guys.

Wha-oh, here comes Bill Cosby (yeah) who wants to be your Santa Claus in “Merry Christmas Mama.” Lisping R+B embarrassment.

Hey, crazy world–“I Wanna Be Your Santa“! The Krayolas retro the pop with some mighty fine rock guitar licks.

Worth another listen: Here Come the Mummies dance club up some blues with the danceable “Secret Santa.” Herein begins the gray area of WHO is Santa.

He sings, she sings in Gary Fjellgaard’s “Secret Santa.” Aw shucks folk country pop flirts me to you like mistletoe on fire.

Vista Blue retro rocks their “Secret Santa” like it ‘s a party. I can’t believe that I got you!

Retro sockhop from The Barbary Coasters blows hearts your way as your “Secret Santa.” Just between us.

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.