Year-round Yuletide oddities
“Adam Ant’s Christmas, 1977” is a tell-all about what MAY have happened at a certain person’s party. It ain’t pretty, but that’s between ZATH’s lawyers and him. Garage tomfoolery.
A two-parter from Hector Collectors: “Christmas 1977” starts out cursing playfully, but then turns wistful for the year in question wishing they had a junket like Mike Bevins. Quite Brit’sh. But punk pop.
Aptly punk, “Christmas 1979” is a candy colored crackup of drunkeness, death, and a lover’s betrayal. Salad days from Billy Childish.
Some of these old memories shape us into who we become.
“New Friends” is Kidboy’s charming punk reminiscence about way back when he BLUE ALERT was ganged up on due to his gifts. Oi! Oi’m widdem!
What’s better than seeing the reindeer fly? Saddling up and going along!
From the ‘Madeline and Santa’ soundtrack, the precocious girl admits in kidsong “I’ve Always Dreamed of Flying
with Santa.” Privilege has its rewards.
Pete the Elf shared with me (oh say about forty years ago) Little Jerry and “I’m Gonna Learn to Ride a Reindeer.” Holy moly was kidsong different back in the day.
These days songs are ironically rude and adorably foul mouthed. BLUE ALERT for Kyle Dunnigan (feat. Craig and Kurt Pullin) as an arrogant CW singer introducing his challenged brother to sing about the “Honkeytonk Reindeer.” At some point there may be riding (and dinosaurs)….
Overplayed novelty Christmas music may suffer from sequelitis. But “Santa’s Letting Grandma Fly the Xmas Sleigh” is the garage punk remonstration you did not expect. They claim a lotta fun. You’ll see.
A couple more euphemisms for GOD!
Oh by gosh by golly begins the Frank Sinatra signature carol “Mistletoe and Holly.” Everyone else who covers this aches for the natural swing The Chairman brings to it. Yawn. Let’s give it up for The Boston Gay Men’s Chorus to change the tone just a scratch.
“Oh, Golly Jolly” by Durnst and Friends is the excitement of heavy drinking for Xmas. Hand clapping soft pop.
Oh by golly have a “Holly Jolly Christmas” goes the middle of the Burl Ives hit. Point of Grace livens this up way down home style. But, let’s punk this bitch up–BLUE ALERT–with The Sheckies.
Hey is terribly useful, so it has been adopted by many languages. I can’t be bothered to pursue the etymology, so we’ll assume other languages borrowed our grunt.
Ricky Martin pairs with Rosie O’Donnell (flashback!) to bemoan how bad a shopper we is in “Ay, Ay, Ay, Its Christmas.” This wants to be corrida, but it’s tequila pop. Close Harmony Friends jazz this up with a cappella boss nova. Trust me, it’s better. (Jipsta gets gender fluid with his mad rave rendition. Ai, papi.)
No Doubt’s “Oi to the World” is the punk cure to The Vandals. It’s a fun musical journey, not like the offending scratch of real punk (which neither are–sell outs!).
“Oi Oi Oi! It’s Christmas Time” is a folk/blues blend on the dregs of punk. Sorts lays it out like a reflective wintertime carol. But there’s hope in it. Deal, wankers.
Loop de loop, round and round we go, Christmasses to the right of me, Xmasses to the left. Who can sing that?
Kevin Sisson performs “Another Christmas Eve” as some hoedown love fest. This cowboy roundup picks, grins, and twirls. Yee ho.
“Another Sad Christmas” as vocalized by XANSEII is a rap dirge of BLUE ALERT depressed proportions.
“Another Sad Christmas” from Damien Quinn in BLUE ALERT snide rap about friends and family–and self. All losers.
“Another Sad Christmas” by Mr. Toxic is electro-rap rife with daddy issues, unrequited love, economic woes. That’s enough.
Sterling and Loscalzo up the beat just a skooch with “Just Another Sad Christmas Song.” This pop breeze is dedicated TO YOU. So, be sad, wudja?
Release the rock! “There may Never be Another Christmas” twists a political agenda into a Santa wishlist. And if justice and fairness aren’t presented–Oi! Oi!–there may never be another Christmas. Quid pro quo.
Here we continue to go.
Anthony and the Brothers in Christ haunt us with disconnected vocals in the almost R+B “Another Christmas.” Too slow to cheer, to whispery to exalt.
From ‘Another Fucking Christmas Play’ comes the grim revelation that this Xmas thing is nothing new. “Another Bastard is Born” is simply turning the page in the trailer park setting. Irresistible pretend gospel.
Oh no! begin The Yobs for their rock-punk “Another Christmas.” For an angry rant, it’s rather tuneful. I CAN take it.
Party, hold, party, wait, party, can you last until–Xmas? ‘Cuz then it’s time to party.
Ready or not CrossTie want to get ready, set, “Christmas Again.” Sounds like chores, but the underlying heart is festivity. The rock told me that.
Rikki Jai lays down the calypso beat to let you know “It’s Christmas Again.” You can’t see it, but i AM dancing. (‘Snot pretty.)
OI! the real party is the loud party. Bonecrusher punks out “Christmas Time Again” to the pogo crowd. Go big or go to the bathroom.
Allow me to uncork the good stuff, songs i’m pretty fond of concerning the wait on Christmas. These first few might go by fast, like sour sweets. Gulp when ready.
Parodying a proper punk anthem (like there ever was such a thing) Two Inch Winky start the party with “I Can’t Wait for Christmas.” Pump up the volume and open the door. They’ll do the rest.
Perhaps starting out as a kid song that hit folk, turned at garage, then hyperred up some soul, “Waiting for Christmas Day” by Big Little Lions plays to many audiences authentically. Talent’ll do that.
Goofy garage from The Morning Glass (as The Christmas Friends) warms up the ice. “Can’t Wait for Christmas” pops and spits (Santa doesn’t love me the way my parents do–) with lots of lala lalalas for everyone to enjoy. (Punk parody outro totally optional.)
“Can’t Wait for Christmas” is off in just the right ways for a punk promise of merriment & joy. Music Infection riffs and roughs up the fun, adding a pleasant melody just for a larf.
