Little known fact, when The Nativity occurred “The Birds Go a-Caroling“–including owls, jays, and some wacky woodpecker on a drum. All Together Now make an antique instrument folk meal out of this. Birds is the words.
L&R commit to a lively rap with “Our Caroling Song.” Goofy with a great bass line.
Listen, listen, command Katy and Kiki when the “Carol Singers” swoop in. If you can, i guess, you should clap your hands and stomp your feet. Oh, it’s a kid song.
“Our Carol” is James Harland-Wright’s love ballad in three-quarter handclapping woohooing pop. Not something to spread around the neighborhood.
Jack Martian is playing it cool when he tells the “Caroler” at his not to cry. It’s all just make believe. Apt for the indie blues here, but freezing proselytizers don’t wanna hear that.
BLUE ALERT! Dollar Signs is drunk and alone, so–time to become a “Caroler“! It doesn’t end well, but the rushed indie folk indicates thusly. Altogether now: ralph!
Ricky Mirage synths thoughtful pop about those “Merry Carolers.” Let them in! he orders. Nicely done.
Let’s ask AI: Choralbeatpeople · Christmas Crooners · The Holiday Voices are credited with the whistling pop of “Together We’re Caroling.” Danceable, but does this sound like a high schooler’s story?
Almost too strange, “See the Carolers (In the Dark)” features Doreen Pinkerton on an old timey player pianer, caterwauling gospel-lite about seeing in the dark. Huh?
Finally, David M’s Ironic Acronym gets absurd with Carol “Caroling.” Aggressively pop folk, but brace yourself for the nasal lyrics. Wha-?
No law says to the Christmas singers have to be dull as dirty snow. Let’s have fun with the choir.
Asking you to join the Christmas choir, Ester Brohus jacks gospel into the bluegrass “When It’s Christmas.” More interactive, more joyful.
More melodic, Patti Page makes a round out of her “Christmas Choir.” 1955 pop. More dizzy for me.
Seemingly unimpressed, Lennon and pj plonk their way through another indie observation of late December. Choirs are just another unavoidable incursion. Fun drinking game, every time they sing “Its christmas” take a drink–of milk! Look, i dunno if they’re horsing around here, but i dig this.
Sad and alone, Amelie Jat cheesies the pop of “Christmas Before.” None of that stuff matters now. When she hears the choir, she won’t look for you at her front door. I guess the opposite happened regularly or something the love police should look into.
Christmas choirs singing/But my heart feels cold tonight, complain Boogie, Beats’n BBQ (feat. Alice Menotti Monro). “The Ghost Of Us (Only You)” is AI country pop of whispering whimpering.
Also The Marijanovic mopes in sniffling, dramatic pop about missing his “Christmas Kiss.” The choirs will be happy, but he won’t. So there.
Lovelorn Jonathan Meur indie moans that the choirs are mere echoes when hanging out in Manhattan, during “December By The Isle Of You.” Fancy wordplay for a Frenchman.
Busted up, Jonny Phillips cries out how the choirs through Zoom don’t help. This is just “Another Kind Of Christmas.” Pandemic messed with this poor boy. Emotive pop.
Muy tragic, Nathan Samuel gasps out how The Christmas choirs/Ain’t singing “NOT this year.” This is pretty tragic missing you stuff. Kinda folk.
Angry agendas are hidden in “Wise Men from the East.” Timi Tamminen copies and mocks all the headlines from the 2020s, like Ayatollah Khamenei joins the Christmas choir. War time! Amusingly pedestrian punk pop.
Oddly impersonating ‘Wonderful World,’ Astrid Allegra’s “A Wonderful Time” notes all the fixtures of the holidays, including choirs natch. Pleasant parody.
The “Christmas Day Care Choir (Falala)” from The Crying Day Care Choir questions the validity of the Xmas icons. By whose Authority! Fun folk sing-along.
“Fairytale of New York” features a choir of NYPD cops serenading the drunk tank, and we’ve heard that before. BUT… have we heard it from Gregorian (the chant group)? Well, sadly, we’ve heard the rock background before. Wish they’d lose that.
On the other alto, “Christmas Without a Choir” is not like Christmas at all. Chris Avison carries on with the easy listening to posit his logic. It takes a while.
I guess you don’t have to alive to celebrate. The “Spectral Christmas Choir“–according to AI–or at least Girard, conjure carols from the grave. Now the zombies, take the pop chorus!
What delivers music? Singers deliver music! Noticing choirs is only natural when sensing the seasonal sensations.
The Oak Ridge Boys call and response with their country hokum in “Christmas is Painting the Town.” Everybody gather round and sing: la la la la.
Just the kids by themselves can still recognize that for the “Miracle Child” that angels AND other choirs were singing. That’s what you do when you’re The Starshine Singers.
Yes, kid songs can be just as unoriginal. Sing-a-Saurus cultivates “Magical Christmas” from stockings, cookies, choirs, etc with all the magic of a corporate bottom line.
“Christmas Time” as moaned about by Sharon Coutanche has singing and ringing and all the -ings. Redundant children’s pop.
Paul Anka knew, even back in 1960, that when bells were ringing, choirs were singing when “It’s Christmas Everywhere.” Symphonic pop. That’s a lot of strings!
In so many words, I’m Dan He’s Dave call out the “Symbols of Christmas.” It’s a laundry list, but the folk strumming is careless and the figurative language is acknowledged, so la de dah.
Ronnie Mislay, just as pointedly, points out that choirs are singing when “It’s Christmas.” Country pop, or at least the worst of both.
“I Remember” sings Barbra Streisand when she would watch choirs singing carols on TV. That was last year, right? Her usual easy listening diva-fest.
Also crooning the obvious, Ray Charles notes choirs singing “This Time of the Year.” It’s like you don’t even have to see them. Slow soul.
Rocking folk Jay Kaje proclaims Choirs burst ye forth in song when “It’s Our Christmas Time.” Slightly better standardization.
Yeah yeah yeah: ringing, singing, Doris Day…. 1950’s “Christmas Story” has all the old timey pop bells and whistlers. Take a picture, it won’t last as long.
More bells and choirs when Jordin Sparks belts out cool R+B explaining “Christmas Time to Me.” Okay, checks out on my list as well.
Kicking back, We Love Christmas watches “Evergreen” and listens to choirs like there’s not a pop song care in the world. Relaxing.
Frankie Avalon croons about this “Christmas Holiday,” but seems appreciative of all the trimmings, as with the choir boys singing. 1962 easy listening pop.
Swinging the basics, “Best Time of the Year” sends Sonic Tree Music (feat. Gary DeMichele) to the stratosphere of cozy fires and Christmas choirs. They make with a mouthful of hi-fi, daddio.
Christmas Choirs are singing/Christian songs;/Heathens are drinking/Promise poeticizes the Magic Epic in “The Christmas Express.” Haunting birthday indie.
Leaning into the cliche, Marshal Keep tells us what “Christmas Is“–and he oughta know, he’s a Christmas kind of guy. Fire and choir rhyme for the endless listing in this ironic pop. Funny.
Ramskyte a cappellas “The Christmas Band,” a rowdy Gregorian pop anthem that would make a lovely TV sitcom theme for something 1969.
The Annual Christmas Album Band takes its sweet time getting to the music of “Thank God for the Christmas Band.” But the bluegrass makes it worthwhile.
Bing Crosby fronts The Andrew Sisters celebrating the toys’ party for “Poppa Santa Claus.” Oh, what a fete, the toyland band played! Symphonic jump blues.
It’s Lizzy Hilliard who will play in the band, provided she’s answered “Is It Almost Christmas?” Soaring indie.
Handy, ‘cuz Lord Brooklyn is looking for “Bandz For Christmas.” BLUE ALERT rap with needs.
The “Christmas Freak,” Nisha Baksh, spends her time listening to the Christmas band. Rushed pop.
More oblivious, Balloon Planet is so in love that “Greatest Gift of All” might be accompanied by a Christmas band, or not. He only has ears for you. Jazz pop.
The Christmas band is only one curiosity during The Swing Pearl’s “Christmas Stroll.” Offputting big band cacophony.
“The Christmas Band” from Like There’s No Tomorrow seems to be all reindeer. Slow rock. They don’t really fly.
Perhaps an introduction is needed. When The Snow Angels present their “Xmas Is Here” they end their ditty with the declaration: Don’t you understand we’re your Christmas Band. Their odd rock/pop style might just be noise.
Yes, the gramophone is about the oldest technology we have for spinning music, Xmas or otherwise.
Must needs return to “Turntable Under My Tree” from The Mangles, a hepped up swinger of a rock number. That slaps.
“Christmas in L.A.” is raspy rap from Myka 9, Aceyalone, Medusa The Gangsta Goddess, 2Mex, Ozomatli, DJ Mona Lisa & Mixmaster Wolf about the highs and lows of childhood. (Yes, yes yaw’ll! I got my first turntable!!)
Then there was that one Christmas… you know… when you threw my turntable “Against My Wall” and broke it. Lukie Sherman remembers. Indie.
Santa seems to be moonlighting. He’s scratchin’ on the turntable, makin’ it spin, so goes the AI of Dennis Johnson. “Santa’s Got the Beat” is slop pop about the DJ Master Presents.
The big breakthrough in aerobicizing anonymously, this cassette tape player (originally) helped close off the world.
This was big on the wishlists of old, as testified to in “Erryday Xmas” by CrossAmillion. Musicbox rap.
For your information, from those who “Grew up in the 90’s” the Walkman was redesigned to feed off CDs. Too Many T’s raps to R+B to edify youse like. Just the goodies, Xmas implied.
“Christmas ’85” might be the height of the cassette craze, so Austin Martinez pops the music of brandnames and fads, including our handheld device.
It’s a protective reflex, but largely under our control. Hawk tui.
“Christmas (In the Year of Austerity)” is not healthy. Leeroy Stagger takes the maudlin unplugged folk rock Prine approach, barely lingering on Santa’s tubercular sound.
“Glasses for Christmas” according to The Stetsons Electric are just right for the times. Santa allows for this ask, as the asker had a Covid cough for half of last year. But it was a near thing. Hard rocking.
And then there’s COVID-19. Phill Black R+Bs the plea: Don’t Give Me “COVID for Christmas.” I think I just heard a cough! Okay who just sneezed!
The Oldhouse is having the worst time. “Christmas Lights (Year After Year)” is an endless decay of fun, like that time you choked on a snowflake and coughed up a lung. Delightful pop dirge.
The Creatures bang the the post punk beat solidly for “Red Wrapping Paper.” This seasonal beat poetry is punctuated with a burst, flash, gasp, and more.
Emery Ball deconstructs what it means to say “MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY (JESUS).” Indie jazz depicts even that infant’s first gasp of life. Effective.
Christmas is dead, 3EyedCrow crows in the AI “Sleigh Wrecked (No More Merry).” Your final gasp is measured. No quarter is given in this iconoclastic inferno of pop metal.
