Category: rock

Manger mammals didn’t go two-by-two, but other critters appear paired here.

[Plant sidebar: Federico Ramplona has happy electronica to spread out: Plenty room to spare A Christmas tree or two will be enough to “Decorate.” Salsa backbeat, humph.]

Look out! a saccharine sweet love song slipped in right here! Gemma Nicole does the plain piano lounge-bar pop to get across “Our First Christmas” in which was just us two turtle doves. Aww!

More? Like two turtle doves We’ll sit perfect together, judges Meeks in the steady beat of R+B in “Mistletoe for You.” Lots of mmmms in the lyrics.

Yeah, this is a thing. Two turtle doves, they call us, according to Ziki Hexum with some Motown pop in the swinging “This Christmas Kiss.”

Shantel Sole’ is waiting on her sweetie, wondering what you’re bringing–A turtle dove or two? Tangled R+B dreams of “Holidays with You.”

E8 Profilensemble warn about “Drunk Drivin’ Christmas.” See, leaving Chicago they hit and run a deer… Then the second deer appeared. Howling garage pop that gets you to Idaho, but Santa knows when you’re naughty…

Brandi Ediss was alone last Christmas, but “This Christmas Day” is different:
I’ve got a couch now! I’ve got two cats now! Except, maybe that’s not entirely true. Oh well, sprightly alt-pop.

In “A Gothic Christmas” Santa’s gonna wear a black vest… and slay a dragon or two. Lite metal rock sure is purdy. Within Temptation scores.

One theory during the pandemic was to “Cancel Christmas,” We could have two in 2021, at last so says Averi Quinn with some dandy rock riffs.

Jolly in his BLUE ALERT Young Respect enjoys his parents’ divorce: Two Christmas’ cuz I have split parents. But “Mommy Milk ‘n’ Cookies” is more about the sex than the swag. That’s a rap.

I know what you’re thinking, it’s just two days How bored can you really be? reasons the Jewish chanteuse Jordana Lilly (somehow calculating Xmas as Eve+Day) in the hilariously ironic “Xmas FOMO.” She swivels from murderous Santa to hunky Hasidic, so it all winds up just fine.

Singing about two holidays (okay, nine days total), Starry Mossbridge gets nearly bluesy with his pop “A Jewish Christmas.” With the right connections, the protagonist made bank, though he does admit these two will always collide. A sad but satisfying salute.

OneRepublic is coming home, finally … I missed Thanksgiving, missed a birthday or two. But one can only stand so many “Christmas Without You.” Blues pop.

Ever mindful of the countdown, Willie Dinardo & The Corporates begin “Piffmas Eve” Christmas Eve is two days away. But this silly dance/pop is all about the blunt, the bong, the smoke. Under the influence.

Also counting, Barnaby Bright wants to extinguish that “Star-Crossed Christmas.” Just a night or two until You’re sleeping next to me, they hope via pop music.

Such proximity can lead to panic. In the two days until then I don’t know what the hell I′m supposed to do, admits Sad House Guest with groovy mandolin rock/pop in their angsty “Moscow Mules.” They’re drinking to live, not living to drink.

Terri Clark forbears the rough holiday times [A two day drive, stuck inside with you singing in my car], but she aw-shucks countrifies her sentiment in the rollicking “Merry Christmas (Wherever in the World You Are).”

My family is two time zones away, groans Harvey Danger in the masterful psychedelic rock “Sometimes You Have to Work on Christmas.” You need to hear this one.

“Christmas is Coming (They Say),” but can you really wait/sleep ’til then? You wake up at midnight, then one, then you wake up and it′s only quarter to 2 a.m.Bouncy pop from Becca Steiner is more than kidsong, but can be served to all ages.

Get up now, time to go, No we don’t leave until two begins the misty rap of No More Saul in the scary “Christmas Nostalgia.” Childhood was the worst, right?

Fralphie Jenkins paints you a picture in the electronic slow dance of “2 A.M. Christmas Eve.” It’s a gutter-level family portrait of modern-age depravity. Dude, you’re drowning out the mouse-stirring.

That early can be a scary moment. Especially with the garage rock contrast of holiday and loss. Two A.M. on Christmas Eve You rejoice with angels as I grieve, moans Manic Drive in “December Mourning.” Harsh, though melodic.

What makes a Xmas presenter an “Indian Giver“? (yeah, that’s racist) According to Squirrel Nut Zippers Two hours later he wants it back! Rockabilly blues of the festive variety.

The Lost Connection tell a fabulous tale of a mysterious visitor and mysterious gift on Christmas Eve. How mysterious? I stood in silence for a minute or two, in response to it. “If Only (Pigs Could Fly at Christmas)” is prog rock, though with a bit too much sinister harmony. Still, props.

The Bingle Jells (feat. Andrew LLoyd Baughman) tune up the brass to jazz up the lite rock of “Latchkey Kid at Christmas.” How tough did that get? Mom left a note on the fridge It says ‘Dinner′s on the top shelf, heat it for 2 minutes I’ll see you later, working late tonight’. Sigh.

Time to double down on the count. The number two is so primary, every other Christmas song mentions it. We’ll wend our way through the options to see if we can score pure silver

Having fun with some old friends, Some I’ve known since I was two, American Authors pulls out all the cheese to pop perform “Christmas Karaoke.” No irony here.

Having grief without friends and family, Paul Rhea (feat. Susan Shewbridge) sing folk about how “Christmas Just Ain’t Christmas Anymore.” We’ve nearly starved for two long barren years after some cold and heartless war. Metaphor? Or is this the perennial question of how ANYONE can have joy? Whew.

MBG BadBoy busts the rhyme slowly for a lonely “Christmas.” Two years now I’ve been looking for a girlfriend, he slurs. So that’s not a great holiday.

Also sad, Checklist laments that sometime, 2 years before You passed me by, though I was a pretty good boy. What follows, in metal toned rock earnestness, is a description of what our forlorn one found under the tree. “Next Year for Sure.” they conclude.

Snidely, Brato Useba charms with “The Proper Christmas Spirit,” which includes starting too early, buying crap, and silly emergencies [Shit we forgot to get something for your sister in law, Didn’t she have a baby two years ago in March?]. Symphonic pop that pleases.

After a tantrum by a “Pouty Kid (I See No Reason for the Season)” over disappointing gifts–Two years more the wiser, brother starts to speak up to set him straight. What results is a haunting, melodic philosophic dissertation about sucking it up from The Ornaments of Bowling Green. Nihilism ahoy.

Blue Alert! Shotgun Soul slow R+B/raps the cynical “It’s Christmas,” as in It’s fuckin’ Christmas like two months a year. Lots of cultural name-dropping to make hot-button points, but it’s millennial mopiness. Great for the disenfranchised.

Pissing and moaning, Thrice a Chuckle grunge pops how it’s “Too Soon for Christmas.” How too soon? It’s still two months away. Hey, that’s the holiday season! So, it’s ninety degrees outside! How do the Australians do it?!

Collin Derrick wants you to “Take Me South for Christmas.” The parameters? Just give me an ocean view for a week or two, baby–This Christmas. Ukulele pop happiness.

The suicide-by-chop tree in the woods is begging passersby to “Take Me Home for Christmas.” Aubryn makes scary lines like Let me be your family For a week or two pretty with her beer barrel slow folk pop.

Circling the drain, Currier describes a depressed one: suffering, desperate, immobile [Haven’t left this spot for nearly two weeks]. “How About Another Rum and Coke (Merry X-mas)” is glacial garage, slo-mo tragedy.

Dandy country rock from Cammi Rockey exposes “Rudolph’s True Glow“–he’s a lush! A menu of alcoholic beverages details how the lead-dear got completely lit. Two weeks after Christmas Rudolph’s senses had come back and couldn’t remember a thing. Don’t tell the kids.

Frozen Black Rose follows four mooks in a nudie bar with 3, 2, 1 days until Christmas Eve in the folk-pop “Merry (Les Miserables) Christmas.” It’s a testament to how awful we all are. Enjoy!

When conducting the Quaddy Junior Chuoir one must count: we go after three, yeah, Yeah, a one a two a one a two a one a two a one two three–Its Christmas! So, “Christmas Time, Wishing You a Very Merry Christmas” by Tim Johnson -Hull becomes staccato, repetitive, a marching tune of pop music. But, they’re on beat.

Uncertainly, Wapgang (feat. Carter Morrissette) counts through the rounds of “How the Grinch Copped Christmas” to keep the beat. Doesn’t work. Strange experimental song results.

Speaking of experimental… John David Lees sets Santa to flying, and SAILING [Racing out across the sea Ships drift by: One two three] to get the presents distributed. “Going to be Fine This Christmas Time” may be sampling ‘I Saw Three Ships’ or it may just be tweaking. Cool.

Antithetically, “X-Mas in Hell” by Sixx AM chronicles a diarist giving three reasons for writing in a diary, naked, under a Christmas tree, ODing. Spoken over metal.

Lowdy (feat. Shin Bia, Emily Sung, Khai & Zensang) is counting blessings: One time for the family, Two times for the friends, Three times for the people that always got your back no matter what you’re going Through. “Dear Christmas” is easy listening rap, though. Messy.

McKenna Noh can’t wait for your flight to arrive, so she prettily pop counts while Watching every snowflake falling like One, two, three (Two, three) in “Eve.”

Full of love and happiness, Patrick Vargas announces it’s “Christmas Time” 1, 2, 3, go! Rocking pop with a nice backbeat.

Shy Boyz are willing to share “The Meaning of Christmas.” Stand back… I know the meaning of Christmas now, Here we go, you ready guys, 3, 2, 1… blast off! Don’t let this R+B pop fool you, the meaning is actually

The kid telling the tale of “Selfie With Santa” is lying in wait Xmas night. At the right moment he’ll ambush and say, Well on the count of three give me that magic smile. Big band fluffiness.

As a charming bridge in “The Day After Halloween (It’s Christmas Again)” Hidden Horizon stops rocking to yell out Nice sled brother, Let’s go to the hill, 1 2 3 Go. Look out below! Worth it to include this gem.

Gonna put some ornaments on the tree, And at the count of three, We gonna see the lighting, sings Christafari in a fine Reggae rendition of “Deck the Halls.” Ya, mon.

Vinny the Comb calls on us to “Recycle Christmas” tongue in cheek. He rocks on sending back the cards, watering down the whiskey to redrink, and We’ll gather up all Frosty’s balls Stack them one two three.

2mx2 bilingually settle in to party alt-pop style with “Wish You Merry Christmas.” Like if your birthday Fell on a Thursday, Three-day weekend getting prettier the later that it’s turning. All the more to party you with.

Uncertain this season, Three days before Christmas David Childers with the Bank Cormorants softly folk-pops “Christmas Bells” about love, loss, and loneliness. Get off your butt and help him, listener!

Unhappy this season, Three days away is Christmas Day… Stuck in bed with a throbbing head, Jeremy Walker has “Strep Throat for Christmas.” Electric country from a previous time. Classic.

Terribly unhappy this season, Denny Strickland outlines his woes: Mother’s a closet smoker; Daddy’s 3 days sober; Joy is spilling over… “Merry Christmas (Real World)” is a soft rock spiritual cold drink in the face. Then a match. Go with it.

In polar opposition, Marcy Playground soft rocks Three days ’til Christmas, I can’t wait that long; If I could I’d be a saint, I have this complaint: Why can’t Christmas be today? “Keegan’s Christmas” is a winter wonderland of slurry joy.

I woke up this morning and found it had rained; Three days till Christmas; was it too late? begins the epic prog rock from Liquid Eye. “All I Want for Xmas is Snow” they emphasize. I’m on the edge of my seat.

SKA BREAK! Mu330 anticipates YOU as a gift when it’s “Three Days Til Christmas.” A countdown commences. I hope you’re not socks!

Jay Dub had you, but BLUE ALERT lost you three days before Xmas. Rap anger-regret throttles “12/22 Forver.” I may or may not be rooting for them.

Aragorn (from LOTR) has more than the burden of helping save Middle Earth. He also misses his betrothed three days on the road. “Arwen (Are You Leaving Me on Christmas?)” is another of those kookily professional pop love ballads from Brendan Dalton with The 1740 Boys Choir. Awesome.

More resigned, St. Mick and The Angel still rock happily “It’s Christmas Didn’t You Hear?” Dad is busy putting up the lights, The Same ones have fallen down the past three nights. Ironic hope, my favorite.

G. Love with Special Sauce is happy about new laws. “Christmas Joint” used to be a where, now: Prohibition is over just like four leaf clovers; reefer brings so much joy life. So this bluegrassish pop sparks new celebrations for Jesus.

Santa’s bringing four-packs of beer for all, according to “Christmas at the Plate” by Plate Tectonics (feat. Leo Decoy & Javier Gonzalez). Short and sweet garage rock that jams how much you might wanna limit yourself.

BLUE ALERT from CamilosGarden gets nasty all over a Mariah track: On a sleigh and we pouring up a four. The rapping “All I Want for Christmas is Drill” is on the naughty list.

Kelly Clarkson wants Santa to know she just wants one thing. “4 Carats.” Power pop on a breathless golddigger level.

The “Four Lights of Advent” mark the four Sundays in December. According to Catholicism, each has a superpower. Mary Thienes Schunemann presides with gospel clarity over this musical lesson.

Sophielein wants to know so many things this rainy Christmas time. How do I sing along to the same four Christmas songs? she laments in “Wrapped Up,” an unplugged slow slow slow meditation on pop. Can’t help ya, sis–gotta walk that lonely road alone.

Question and response from Sufjan Stevens about how crappy Santa Claus is: what ya gotta be so absurd? You make it sound like Christmas is a four-letter word. “Get Behind Me, Santa!” is the folky prog pop Sufjan does best. Now with spelling!

After last call, a big man with a white beard took the stage, counted down to 4, as his boot heel stomped the floor, He grabbed the mic, and this is what he said… Have a “Honky Tonkin’ Texas Country Christmas.” Guess what musical style Dylan Shane Moore said that in.

Upbeat Wild Earp wants you to “Be Generous This Christmas.” How far does this extend in his kidsong pop polka? All I need from you is just a little kiss or two Or three or four, he sings.

Nick and Gabe are “Dating Four Girls” who observe different December holidays. Around the world with their white-boy rap. Hilarious.

Excellent surf rock from The Yule Logs, “Four Calling Birds” focuses on the love that is a wildlife gift. Who is calling whom?

Phil Lea gets high pitched to go downtown, you know euphemistical-like. “Santa Comes Home” is all about after hours Christmas time, promising I’m talking 4 times the pleasure. R+B rapping.

More modern, Michael M avers “Baby, I Will Zoom You This Christmas.” It’s tough being apart during the Pandemic holidays. Please show me the tree 
In 4K HD, he alt-rocks with festive gusto. Funny stuff.

La Buttue represents a girl who can’t get out of bed on “Xmas” despite pie and The carols sing On BBC Radio 4. Fragrant flute backs this echoic pop. Lonely fun.

Big Beautiful Williams notes “All I Want For Christmas” includes whiskey and smoke, but oddly begins with All i need is that gorilla glue number 4 With a big jacket wrapping around it You understand? Uhh, no. Don’t. (Inhalants? Medical supplements? DIY?) Melodic rap.

Carbon Leaf takes the Advent approach, counting the days of “Winter’s Eve” (including December 4, when he pushes the cloves into a tangerine. Despite the barn burning pop, it’s angsty.

The Stayawakes take us back to the ’90s where they CEL-E-BRATE with pop driven rock with a passel of parcels, including Police Academy 4 on the big screen at Christmas. “Let’s Stayawake at Christmas” is more than a suggestion, it’s the whole shebang.

In Louis Armstrong’s original jazz classic “‘Zat You, Santa Claus?” the poor schmoe is terrified by the cold winds and banging noises. Others, like the chucklesome Harry Connick, Jr. note the four winds. I like the sultry, seductive Lyn Stanley who seems to have snares set with bass rhythms and scat.

Four towns over is where she ran to after a Christmas spat, so Make Like Monkeys retro the rock for “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town (So Why Can’t U).” Makes me wanna holla.

John Moore is trapped in an airport whiteout, so has the time to notice the “35 Different Kinds of Snow” out there in where the four winds blow. Hopping pop. Wee!

Meanwhile… inside… home is closing in around us. Dala Girls are heartbroken ’cause you’re leaving during the holidays, in your “Hockey Sweater.” Four corners to my bed, Four angels ’round my head… count ’em. Gorgeous harmony for pop.

Stuck within the four walls is Alayna Kaelyn, separated from you in the sad “Alone at Christmas.” Looking at the sky a lot, so maybe no roof. Slow, breaking pop.

Looks like a prison, esp. when you’re alone. The soft pop of “(I Fucking Hate) Christmas” BLUE ALERT from Frank Hamilton prettily describes What do you buy the man who’s lost everything: Four walls, three chords, two bottles of wine. Even the fireplace is oppressive.

These four walls they keep caving in; It doesn′t feel like Christmas time at all, Capri moans prettily in the suffering Paean “Christmas in Our Hearts.” Stuck in masks that hide our grins is more nice than my memories of the times.

“Covid Christmas” also troubles John Rahme, stuck between four walls. Pounding amateur rocking about going insane.

Carrying Goodness makes the best of it by drinking to “Winter.” It rocks. You barely notice being stuck.

Stephen Colbert’s ’08 Christmas special was finale-ed with his co-stars Elvis Costello and John Legend about the individualistic free will thing for the holidays. “There are Much Worse Things to Believe in” is a jazz-shaped show tune lounge act that makes you go hmm. And a one-man four-part Christmas carol, so really individualistic.

Cha$e D’Amico likes “Ice Skating.” Got the blades running on the ice so smoothly, I’m like a 4th Migo feeling bad and boujee! Sharply syncopated rap. Not like skating, musically.

In the best times VonE says Regardless of what I got you felt the loving In our house of just four. But the weird atonal falsetto meandering of “Merry Christmas” makes this rap (?) a horrorshow. A long one.

Chris Rea wails on his axe for the IRONIC “Joys of Christmas.” I see all the tough guys… out on the street... Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do? Masterful wordjazz that’s not joyful, not at all.

Also down in the dumps, Weatherfield barely sings his way through “Christmas Song.” Folk misspoken leads us to loss: This Christmas there’ll be 2 or 3 of us If we’re lucky maybe 4. As way of explanation, the las line is I just quit drinking so i know nothing at all.

I have four children strong and proud, And they have children too, warbles John McDermott. But it makes him have “Christmas Memories,” so with the finest Celtic pipes he hopscotches around hearths and homes with earnest cornballery.

More family fun from “Holiday Fun,” a jumpin’ breathless rocker from Andres Javier. Set to descend on the fam with gifts in tow, he reports: My bros and I are the four kings come in the night. Get that Christmas spirit ready, y’all.