Category: rock

Taking a drive to the wintry slopes, Joey Clarkson elevates pop with killer pipes in “Cold Christmas.” I see a sled… and mulled wine. Might i suggest skis instead?

Fat Little Bastard’s “Impending Doom at the Ski Lodge” is a suspenseful drama of electronic twittering. Is that a helicopter closing in–?

Marcus Latief Scott sees people out ice skating, but My little brother said let’s hit the slopes! “It’s Christmas” shouts the R+B. Get wit’ it.

Danny and The Juniors twist and shout with their 1964 bandstand grandstand “Let’s Go Ski-ing.” Do you get the boogie woogie in there? I do! Get some!

Dolly and Kenny two-step a pop country “Christmas to Remember.” Ski lodges, cuddling, and hitting the slopes frame some great romance of soulless syncopation.

Joe Paradiso’s “Back to the Ski Lodge” bends to SciFi more than ski-fi with its wobbly electronica. Druggy.

Pagan Holiday’s “Skiing” is a garage rock list of good/bads out of life. Just headband along.

Wondermints has got a “Ski Party” for you. Surf rock (natch) makes your sock hop into merino leggings hop. Fun!

Cross country gets a turn in the urgent folk of DJ Boring’s “Lean House Skiing.” Rhythmic. As it should be.

Geoff Lea’s “Geoff Skiing” is a thrasher of a rock instrumental. Fast, out of control, fiery.

“Skiing is My Religion” does invoke mythical figures and power, but Geoff Samuels uses snazzy prog rock more to mock than to poeticize downhill thunder.

Barbary Coast Pirates set the beach party on the slopes with “Apres Ski A-Go-Go.” This jitterbug of a rock dance number will not stop.

Connie Francis kitsches up “I’m Gonna be Warm this Winter.” This 1959 ur-rock pop starts out in a ski lodge. Then… love. Kylie Minogue copies this for no good reason.

“Ski with Slope” is Wyegee messing with us emotionally. You know that thing where music reaches in and pulls out your still beating heart, dances with it, then puts it back in, and brushes you off. A bit like that. Electronica.

Beatgum brings us more traditional rock (finally) with the trembly “Hot Skiing.” Desire and appreciation without much mountaineering. But… rock.

Triheart’s “Slushy Slopes” is that new kind of mix with classic rap, violin, and inclement weather. Trippin’.

Stuttery “Skiing Hills” from Dino brings string instrumentalizations to new heights. And they teeter there.

Fukushima Dolphin take their time, but “The Ski Slope” puzzles through garage depths like climate change and taking those turns hard. Club beats.

Rock time. Pierre & Slopers doo-wop “Let’s Go Skiing” to new heights. Snow bunnies and snow moose only.

Romance and skating on ice are nearly one and the same in the R+B (hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo) singalong “Christmas Wishin’” from David Davis. Holla.

Different Boats is in the friend zone, however, after mixed signals from skating. “Season of Sadness” is a maudlin rap without lashing out in anger. Sorry for your heart. (Crash cart! Stat!)

Connie Landers dredges up the ol’ ’60s rock’n’roll with “I’m Gonna be Warm This Winter.” That sleigh ride helped, but the ice skating cinched it.

“It’s Christmas” for Marcus Latief Scott when his brother wants to hit the slopes and others are skating. Am i missing a social hierarchy in the cold weather substitutions for walking? Party rap wit’ lotsa Yeas!

Colbie Caillat has more of a “Happy Christmas” as she remembers holding Grampa’s hand while skating back in the day. Country (for the messaging) but unabashedly pop (for the happy part).

“Rockefeller Center” is a bitter regret for November Cold. After she passed, you realized you never went skating like she wanted. Rocking BLUE ALERT remorse.

“Figure Skating” by Porij allegorizes couples’ blade work into close up physical intimacy. Saw that coming a mile away. Staccato, jazzy pop.

Elena Lopez wants to let you down easily with her breathy alt-pop in “Let’s Go Skating.” She means: INSTEAD of what you wanna do.

“Ice Skating” by Polyphone is more about the ins and outs of the relationship. Rocking life lessons.

Plastic Faction remembers a time when the “Little Sled” was the only friend. Charming, but eerie, unplugged folk-pop.

Americo elevates the “Sled” to the must-have moment a young person has, saving money, going to the toy store, facing down the salesman… just like life. Hard core club rock.

Also symbolic is the club rock of Mayfair in the “Broken Sled.” It all started with ‘Citizen Kane,’ didn’t it?