Whether the end of the world is following the Xian timeline or the Devil’s ultimate gimme… it’s going to hurt like hell.
Covered some of this before when the Mayan calendar ran out for 2012. Some good endtimes.
Gentle folking makes “Christmas at the End of the World” go out with a whimper (not a bang). Tom Stone guides us through the ennui and happy nihilism that may or may not be the themes of our current days.
Marty Skinarty returns us to the Mayan prophecy (dude, they just ran out of calendar writing tools) with the adorably folk-pop “Happy Christmas (It’s the End of the World.” Lots of fun theories here: robots, aliens, killer bees, or Mexicans.
Rapping a sad story, Newland misses her: Man I ain’t been no help; She text me told me get my life –Oww or I’ll catch hell. “Don’t Feel Like Christmas” makes it personal.
“Another Rotten Christmas” from Bright Kelly seems colder and darker ‘cuz he’s missin’ you, hon. I wish you were a helluva lot closer, he warbles with R+B pop.
I don’t always get the K-pop. When a song advises: Trying to take sleeping pills just because you are lonely? Oh please don’t–hell no, thats so wasting your Christmas, I have to wonder what the demographic really is. “새해까지 크리스마스” [English Version] by 모몽크루 is ‘Christmas ‘Til New Year.’ Hopeful? It IS pop.
OKXO is racing ennui against malaise with the upbeat “Hell of a Christmas.” You don’t really care If the world ends tomorrow he maintains, so forget the whole thing. Huh, kids today.
Joe Dolezal swings pop around the world. They seem to have Christmas every where. Then he belts out “Do They Have Christmas in Hell?” Check with Trip Advisor.
Could it get any worse? Ask Two-Ton Santa! The paperboy hanged his cat! To learn more meanness check out “Merry Christmas From Hell.” Unplugged lite rock.
“The Ultimate Boon” is The Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra’s cutie-pie spinout of frustrations and desperations for the holidays. And Jan. 12… and Mar. 22…. guess it’s interminable. –oh no, the title is more sinister than we thought.
Miller also hates this time of the year. “Merry Christmas From Hell” is blowsy blues that spreads the pain.
Mixing up the two holidays, Type O Negative posits that “Halloween in Heaven” is Christmas in Hell. The rocking metal might make you into a believer.
Mr Irish Bastard has a cussy grudge agin’ ye and hopes you spend “Christmas in Hell.” BLUE ALERT Celtic yelling.
Crawford Smith croons a pop wiki about “Christmas in Hell” which includes not just demons and serpents, but Cerberus and Chiron. Baal and Mammon are also name checked. It takes an underworld.
Greedy greedy kiddos may as well be “Sitting on Satan’s Lap.” Smee delivers again with peppy pop. Boy, that list goes on and on. How does The Evil One have the patience to listen to all that?
Mortuary claims I am Satan in the slow rap “Halloween on Christmas.” Inclusivity can go too far.
“Merry Christmas Satan” from Night Smoker is more of his greetings to you than sucking up to his forked tongue. Short hard metal rock.
Terry Silva picks at a sore i’ve been worried about. If JC’s appearance opened the way for forgiveness from grievous sin, what’s to stop an enterprising young nogudnik from transgressing (as in BLUE ALERT: Worship Satan’s cock), then seeking forgiveness again and again. “Christmas Songs” may not settle that quandary, but the wound is flowing freely now thanks to his subtle pop.
The Other side hard metals “Satan Claus” to lead us to irony, gravity, and choking up blood. Add ferocity and you got Yahtzee.
La Funky Simia tells the tale of the little one who misspells Dear Santa Claus. and writes “Satan Claus” summoning the end of the world, as well as a place in Hell that teaches proper orthography. Pop v. metal splendor.
The shtriga in Albania, vrykolakas in Greece and strigoi in Romania are a far cry from the stylish, charismatic vampire of today. These soul-less demonically possessed corpses feed off of us because otherwise they have no animus. So, like a Hollywood agent.
Rev. Wyrdsli uses Anne Rice’s fictive Lestaat to feature in the bloodbath “Vampire Christmas.” Santa shows up, but to little purpose. Spoken caroldie.
Deth Elf livens up the party with their jounces metal “Vampire Christmas.” Wee!
Truman Proudfoot and David Kandal bust some rhymes with gothic folk rock in their “Vampire Christmas.” They’re everywhere. Even in the woods. Which is good news for humans–lots of stakes there, guys.
Rainbow Plaid’s “Vampire Santa” is your standard terror/lite metal warning.
30 Nights of Violence speed up the metal for heir “Vampire Santa.” More a propos.
Vom Norton sheds light on the whole solstice for Xmas dither: “Love Xmas, Hate Vampires” says it all, with groovy retro pop rock. Many good turning tips.
Hunter’s Christmas Project seems to worry that “Robot Santa” knows when you’re sleeping etc. bc it uses spy gear and drones. Scary, yet pop.
P-Dog & Maddog enters the realm of experimental music, accidentally i presume, with “Robot Santa.” Confrontation with shooting seems to be the reason for the season.
Benny Holmes raps the story of Santa being replaced with a machine in “DarcYLand – Robot Santa.” Fun.
Glial Cell foretells Santa’s passing kickstarting governmental automation for a moving pop brio “Robot Santa.” But, love–?
The Bunkhouse Boys make punk of “Robot Santa Claus.” It’s just another song.
Were you loo0king for more Futurama Robot Santa? Screamerclauz drops samples of the show into their electronic metal “Robosanta.” It’s funny ‘cuz it’s deadly.
Steve Paget welcomes us to the house of “Robot Jesus.” A nice electronic pop introduction.
Funky blues from La Tormenta lays out “Robot Jesus” as rubbet hay-seuss. Robot or alien?
“Robot Jesus UFO” settles that debate with scampering backbeaten rock via The Demons of Folk. Check your uplink prayer unit.
“Robot Jesus – A Christmas Song” is another electronically deranged recitation this time cleverly enunciated by kharmakazy.
Bonecage’s “Merry Christmas Robot Christ” introduces a whole new Second Coming. And not a nice one, despite the quite danceable pop music. The End.
