Category: rock

Counting down to Xmas may be a matter of minutes….

Drinking to forget, BLUE ALERT at it all, Kind of Like Spitting rails through garage about the frustration of a “Tyco Racing Set and A Christmas Story Fifteen Times.” Isn’t that a level of Hell?

On the first and the fifteenth come the checks, according to Lil Poverty Angels in their electro-rapping “Welfare Christmas Carols.” Can’t buy presents without ’em.

ILLITERATE UPSTARTS ARE TAKING THE LEAD WITH THE RAZZMATAZZ AND ALL THAT JAZZ; FIFTEEN HOURS CLOCKS ARE RUNNING OUT OF STOCK–YOU CAN SAY IT’S A HELL OF A XMAS CASE ! This is a glimpse of Victor Sierra’s rocking steampunk poetry calling out the madness of Merriness: “The Xmas Case.” There’s a rabbit hole up that chimney.

Shooting straight, Eleri Angharad gets lounge-y downbeat with: December the 15th I’m still getting your call And you say that you miss me while you’re decking the hall–The festive feeling got you singing the blues, But I think you’ve forgot who you’re talking to. She’s not “Santa’s Little Helper” after all. Go suck Eggs-mas.

Leo Sayer gets confused Down Under when he notes Well I’m half a mile from Canberra Where it snowed for fifteen minutes–Now it’s gone. That’s like “Christmas in July” down there. Next, Iceland! New age rock.

MxPx rocks out how in Fifteen minutes I’ll be touching down; I’m finally back in town to unpack my bags and settle down. For good or bad, they are “Coming Home for Christmas.” Another chore off the list!

Well, i could do with some more Sufjan Stevens! “Come On! Let’s Boogey to the Elf Dance!” is just about THE perfect-set swirliest of Stevens especially with 21 elves singing.

“The Twenty-First Century Santa Claus Blues” is more than existential. According to Nigel Mooney, it’s burnout–‘cuz everyone is a jerk. Swinging jazz.

Saint Etienne may be ironic wishing us a “21st Century Christmas.” The breathy millennial rock is all–oooh; but the lines about microwaving, toasting, and Thanks Uncle Jimmy Savile, they’re all like–ewww. See?

“Merry Christmas Emily” is a righteous rocker about an almost true love. Cracker beweeps the sad sack’s outcast fate missing out on that 23-year-old under the dead palm tree.

I am 23, she’s 22, observes Eisel in the twang-garage tune “A Goth Girl Christmas.” Sadly he’s BLUE ALERT broke, so this song could be enough (if he’d practice enough).

Megan & Liz are Feeling like a kid when I’m 23 on Christmas Eve; but their sickly sweet pop (country) “Thank God for December” is all millennial and out of breath over such surprising FEELINGS about old beaux, baby albums, and Christ.

At 23, the wisher of Pathseeker (feat. Nick Yung)’s “Wishlist” wants FAME–including the codeine and Kool-Aid, and the untimely end. A true rocker of indecipherable intent. BLUE ALERT, of course.

Gerald LaVert has the R+B blues. See, he had a fight with his baby on the 21st. Now it’s the 23rd, the day before Christmas Eve See, she called me on the phone at six She won’t be seeing me. Crooning and swooning, howling and growling, he tries to wrap his head around “Christmas Without My Girl.” Guess he’ll have Christmas without my dignity.

Trauma Cat also outlines the epiphany at the age of 23, but it rocks out the disbelief of “There’s No Such Thing (A Holiday Song).” Slightly blue, but all in on growing out of childish notions. Still, a blast.

Twisted Insane raps the bad news in “December 24th.” Despite holiday wishes he doesn’t leave any proof or witness. So, don’t get any ideas.

Collaborateurs reasons that everyone who’s up at 11 P.M. on “December 24th” is miserable together, but it’s the best they’ll ever feel. Ethereal pop.

Fed up with the hype Final Essay points out there’s “No Snow in Louisiana” with some hard rock gusto. Imagery includes: December 24th Louisiana’s dressed in shorts.

“Christmas Spirit (24 Hours in A&E)” is a mystifying melange of mentions and less-than-merry musings about the Mass o’ Christ. The Family Baloo give much music but few codebreaking hints. Jazzy but quiet rock.

Even worse is the road trip that begins on Dec. 24th and doesn’t seem to end. Corrida flavored rock from Jesús Villa tells of boredom, hunger, and loss of faith in “Christmas in the Back Seat.” Epic.

Excitement’s building. But the mediocre is cashing in while you’re in a festive mood. Richard Melvin Brown, sounding like a constipated Wayne Newton, mush mouths through the lounge-pop “The Christmas Eve Song.” Now you want your friends to hear it, don’t you?

Celebrating the 24th SO hard, FloRida (feat. Trey Songz) hits “Jingle Bells Rmx” with both runners on the ground! Rave rap what makes you wave your arms in the air like you didn’t know you were doing it.

Couldn’t wait for December 24 begins “Christmas is Almost Here” from House 13 (feat. Musicians Association of Gibraltar), a group-swinging rock sing-along of infectious proportions. Let’s all cheer!

Brian Frank tinkles on the mandolin(?) in a treacly folk kidsong “Christmas Wish.” If you’re here on the 24, comes the ultimatum, there will be meaning to Christmas once more.

Kat Perkins is “Up All Night” in the jazzy lounge pop of ADHD patrons everywhere. You know what night….

New Found Glory will be wearing out “Holiday Records” on the 24th. Rocking pop about my favorite subject! Christmas songs!

{BTW this countdown thing has been going on for a year now. Gonna need a couple months more….}

Eve is the bitch of anticipation, the day before Xmas, that is. To ‘Nutcracker’ Dirty Boyz list “All I Want For Christmas (Is to Get Crunk).” This party rap lists drugs, sex, and some marginally legal bits: 24’s are better ya’ll, A t-mobile sidekick, My own Gucci sweater, dog, And i want some soldieries, And mouth full of tooth, And a fresh black tee, Belvedere on Christmas day, Courvoisier on Christmas eve.

Fan 3 raps “I Love Christmas” bc of loot. This 12-day shouted count of getting in industrial percussion (It’s all about the stuff) includes a bike with somethin’ crazy like 24 speeds, right?

Garage ska-anger from Pablum about what to buy, what to buy, what to buy…. Despite this being “Christmas as a Grown Ass Man,” you may not get nothing. It’s the 24th and I don’t have a clue Please don’t take it personally The gift of giving isn’t my specialty. Brutal. Honest. Amusing.

Wagon Lord wants to be Santa Claus, in order to shower you with presents on “December 24th.” Alt-folk foolin’ around.

The promise of toys underlines the Christmas Eve readiness of the elf narrator in “Santa’s Workshop.” Clever beating pop from John Kay & Who’s to Say.

More elf noise from The Pointer Sisters from ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, The Movie’ soundtrack. In “Christmas Town“ We’re up here in the North Making toys for you until December 24th. Headache inducing kids showtune. [But, you wanna get weird about it, try the remix from VNS, CK, K0M0D0. whoa.]

Emma Hamel plonks the same couplea notes on the piano while pop-confessing on “December 24th” she couldn’t ask for more. Guess she’s met the right one, so nothing else matters. But, hey, no need to ruin it for the rest of us.

Hot Press and The Silent Nights, however, glam rock that on “December 24th” give me anything as long as it’s gold. Now we’re talkin’!

The odd way to refer to the twenty-fifth is backwards, though: From December 26 (I’m waiting) And I’ll never stop waiting! syncopates Third Earth in “Christmas Forever,” a punk-like Brit rocker that sounds ever so downbeat about loving you.

Children with an autotune attitude and an odd approach to rap want pickles, Crocs, a parrot, and NO SOCKS for “Doodmas.” It’s all in fun, as Did Dood sign off with: our final Doodmas wish, Have a good December 26th!

To the ending! Can’t wait for the 26th  To forget all about this purrs Mrs. Ghost in the rocker “No Winter Wonderland.” Not a happy time of year for this song. Maybe next year. Or just the toast to Death.

Unhappy? Lonely? Check “On Christmas Morning” chirruped by mournful Mark Radice, who plans to sleep through the 25th: I come back to life on the 26th. A pop dirge.

“Christmas Alone” seems to include you there. Hair pop from Nick Vivid promises Come the 26th, catch another and havin’ fun. Harsh sentiment for falsetto.

Acknowledging that “The World has Gone to Hell But at Least It’s Christmas” this raging British rocker from Launch Control wants their respite: If you’ve got a new crisis Talk to me about it on the 26th. Anyone for pogo-ing?

If the twenty-sixth is the day AFTER, is it good/bad/indifferent?

Was it all a dream? wonders Uncle Billy with lounge jazz mush-mouthedness. “December 26” haunts with its bourgeoisie.

Saying goodbye can be bittersweet, i guess. “December 26” by Jangle Bells is ambivalent, but short. Bedroom folk.

Can’t believe i get to welcome back Matt Farley with all his pop improv oddness as The Best Birthday Band Ever with “It’s December 26 (And It’s Your Birthday!).” Nothing to do with Christmas… or does it?

Ever since our first “December 26“th, Duncan Pelletier wants you to know he can change. Christmas sows the seeds for what I can’t explain: Too much time to sit and miss the rain, I know the feeling, I’ve felt the same. Alt-pop deep dish poetry.

Millennial crisis often involves not knowing what now? Just waking up to that is Justin Cross’s “December 26th.” Not too serious, so grungey pop.

“Santa Claus. December 26” reveals with marvy ’60s pop/rock that the day after is exhausting. Careful how you come down, and watch out for Brad!

“Christmas in Colorado” is that odd country-mouse rap about… how cold the snowy landscape is? [Seeing all them Christmas trees Up in the mountains 28 degrees.] Shredding has never seemed so calm.

Marshal Keep creates a tennis match of good/bad aspects in “Christmas’ Wonderful Things.” The lights and decorations that your neighbor put up look great But he put them up way too early on August 28th. Rocking folk uke.