Wrap the Rainbow: (disastrous) black

Black can be the worst mood, the scariest night, the killingest plague. Some people don’t like black.

Satan and the Reindeer Butchers kill ‘White Christmas’ with their “A Black Xmas.” For all that’s holy  BLUE ALERT!! (for the next six or so)

Amana Reign mixes media to freak you out with their “Black Christmas.” Those boys are so loud! But their lyrics don’t go far enough to make a counter culture point.

Well, then, let’s try some metal: Venom plays “Black Xmas” for the Devil. So that’s not the same Xmas you and i know.

A bit more angry and musically inclined Prison of Blues growls out “Black X-Mas” like they have an important lessen you can pogo to,

Run Moon parleys wicca into goth with her “Black Christmas:” Prison of Blues growls out “Black X-Mas” a piss and moan list of what disappoints her about the holiday. Her rat-a-tat chant gives her song more rah rah than rant rant. Hard to take her cutie-pie anger seriously.

Attempting mood through reverb, Hellfunk ups the melodic quotient with “I’m Dreaming of a Black Xmas.” Black here is absolute night, the absence of any grace or goodness. Get that first guy a lozenge!

Oozing with 1970s BBC snark, High Contrast speechify their “Black Christmas” so you get a sense of working class rap, but Liverpudlian, not Compton. Hitler is mentioned. Subtlety is not  considered appropriate.

Bill Collins and MDC play British punk for another “Black Christmas” in which black= no hope, no cheer. Yell if you hate your parents too.

But we can criticize the very tenants of Xianity and still be jolly, can’t we? Try post feminist punker Poly Styrene and her London low down: “Black Christmas.” She’s a damfine musician and her satire is danceable. The attention-deficit video makes Santa into a nightmare.

Died. You’re Welcome: encore (1)

While on the subject, I’m reminded of something Sam Kinison once said about Jesus being the only guy to come back from the dead and not want to eat your brains.

The seminal punk zombie/Christmas song comes from MxPx. Their classic “Christmas Night of the Living Dead” (not the title you’d expect when you hear it, but trademark blah blah blah) paints a picture of the undead end of the world… but it’s Christmas! Green (skin) and Red (blood)!

Died. You’re Welcome: Santa (2)

Most dead Santa stuff in musical form is captured gaming. It was probably funny there. Not here. Eight Bay Bus gives us a slightly elevated macabre noel (muddied up with Evil Dave’s animation style video).

This is where the humor becomes a bit more fifteen-year-old. Evil Dave’s “Santa Claus is Dead.” Yeah, it’s that time of the theme.

Died. You’re Welcome: turkeys

So death extends beyond the human realm (and holy ghost territory). Now please consider the animals. And the punk music about them.

Punk music may turn the pathos of poverty into danceable jingles. And the drama of ordinary life magnified to federal cases.

I don’t know this Krishna Naloka 108, but when a bloke sings about turkeys for Christmas you can bet he’s Brit (a prerequisite for punk). And his music, it’s so catchy! “Let’s All Murder Turkeys (for Jesus)!”

A Month of Love: Billy Idol

Never fade away… live fast, die young… angry looks foolish on the old.

I mean, when should the punk icons of back in the day just knock it off?

The MTV star of the ’80s (‘Rebel Yell,’ ‘White Wedding,’ James Marsters’s character in Buffy) helped mainstream screaming with piercings rather than hair. But, apart from a “comeback” album in ’05, Mr. Broad hasn’t been much of anything for twenty years. Here is his “Christmas Love” frumpy country growling from ’07. It’s easier to love him without an up-to-date jpeg, by the by.