Category: rockabilly

John Blek has just been dumped, so in the aftermath of a destroyed roomful of decorations, he moans about being “Alone at Christmas.” Progressive country? It is slow and sentimental.

Also tinkly, wobbly, and between genres come Three Portraits and a Prayer (feat. Robin Kenny) with a whispery indie, “Alone At Christmas“. She can never let go. Actual sense of chaos here.

Spoken poetry by Art Paul Schlosser, “Lost Alone at Christmas Time” wanders improv-style into the realms of beat poetry. Snap snap snap snap.

Anthony Christie applies a hint of disco to his pop “Alone at Christmas“. The symptoms are a bit different in front of the heavenly choir here. Krampus?!

Pouring his heart out on a lonely us drive, Nikita Boone laments being “Alone at Christmas“. Why should he care? Jazzy blues.

Funky rockabilly from The Manda-Tones (feat. Pete Jamestone & Amanda Louisiana) “Alone at Christmas (Down & Out)” wears its heart on its sleeve tattoo. It is slow and pained.

“Nobody Wants to Be Alone for Christmas” insist Tom & Penny. Could be a problem when they threw up on your fancy sheets. Funky rock.

The endless nature of “Another Lonely Christmas” has been addressed on the blog before. Return to sender.

Doesn’t mean cheesy pop won’t take a turn. Maan’s “Another Lonely Christmas (A Lady Christmas)” is jazzy, sultry, high pitched, and forgettable.

Chrissi Poland applies jazz more surgically to “Another Lonely Christmas in New York“. The Bossa nova backbeat gives the emotion a lift.

Kerr Donnelly Band go full Elvis on “Lonely Blue Christmas“. Someone please buy me a gift. Outstanding retro rockabilly.

OneRepublic wishes for a “Christmas Without You“. But they don’t mean it; you can tell with the subtext of how many times the word ‘you’ is used. Waltzy alt rock.

Bud Martin describes all the happy couples around him in “Christmas Without You“. Then the mandolin trills and it’s all gone country. Heavy sigh.

Al Walser missteps when he croons pop about “Christmas Without You (Live)” with a bevy of backup girl singers. You’re fine, kwicher bitchin’.

Trixie Mattel inventories burnt cookies, cold fireplaces, leaning trees… but it’s only due to “Christmas Without You“. Fine folk with a twisty Semitic punchline.

Stuck feeling like Edgar Allan Poe, Barnes and Barnes get crazy when “It’s Christmas Time and I Am Not with You“. Comedy pop with ironic amateurism.

“Navidad Sin Ti” from Triggers rocks below the border for a mighty ‘billy celebration of Soledad. I’m dancing here (stag)!

“Christmas Just Ain’t Christmas Without You” from Travis Tritt is a virtuoso country diva number. Boogie woogie piano accompanies his howling.

“Christmas Lights” should be sparkly and gay, but when Daniel Hudson sees them he realizes how much he wants you. Guess you’re like 15 watts. Indie pop.

From the Xmas zombie musical ‘Anna And The Apocalypse’ Shonagh Murray sings “Christmas Means Nothing Without You“. Pop showtune that has screwed up priorities. Being alive just doesn’t count for much to her.

In “Merry Christmas, I Miss You” Alex Crichton reveals where she went (the beach). His turmoil is soft boiled, however, and the indie pop supports his waffledom.

Can’t help but feature Amanda Shires and her down and dirty rockabilly “Gone for Christmas“. It’s all she wants from you. It takes so little and means so much. Love it.

Suffering from a recent breakup, Puuding finds “Christmas Without You” boring. R+B bordering on easy listening.

Asking for a break is the BLUE ALERT rap “Oh Comble All Ye Faithful” by F.Lobot. It’s not that they hate all your reason for the season, they just can’t be bothered.

The Christmas Jug Band don’t have much use for Yule, instead they proclaim “I Wanna Make a Holiday” that suits them better. I Can Do Better is the insincerest form of criticism. Bluesy zydeco.

Roy Zimmerman gets Dylanesque with “Christmas is Pain“, a folk diatribe whizzing all over the holidays from the 99%. Eat the rich desserts.

More folk, with driving pop, protests “The Hypocritical Christmas“. Matt Roach has an agenda to grind concerning all your unquestioning devotional frippery. He doesn’t give a shingle from under Santa’s feet.

The Mangles rockabilly “Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Break For Christmas)” with the provisio that they don’t wanna start a fight. But the Griswoldian effects of holiday working, shopping, and Santas weary their rocking ways.

“Can’t Believe” is Eli Carvajal giving up all hope during the pandemic of 2020, even after watching millions and millions of sickening Christmas movies. Uke pop of the weird kind.

“Together At Christmas” has Big Little Lions slapping pop with a hand clapping insistence cherishing traditions (movies!) at that time of the year. Sing-along!.

Movies playing are one more noise in the “Holiday Chaos” from CountrAI, yes that’s AI with a country (sort of) sound. Family fussin’ and feudin’.

Stumbling English piles up the customs in David Cavada’s “Christmas Melody“, a sluggish pop paean to some season somewhere. Movies are in there, i guess.

Sittin’ at the movies your hands in my Christmas jeans, rockabillies Nodrums (with drums) in the where-did-that-come-from “Christmas Jeans“. Holy what? Now i want some. Where did i put that list?!

How cold is it when YOU rodeo?!

“It’s a Christmas Rodeo” has The Annual Christmas Album Band hootin’ and hollerin’ with a three syllable refrain: Ro-De-O! Fun caroldy.

Grim Fawkner begins with geometry, but “The Christmas Rodeo” leaves the chute with figurative and literal glee. That’s real cowboy country.

“Cowboy Christmas Rodeo” by Too Much Perspective is surf rock from AI, so… huh?

LenneBrothers Band save us from all this AI with their “Wild West Rockabilly Special.” It’s rockabilly, down to the jerry lee lewis piano riff. Go, cayuse, go.

Isaac Stancill interprets the tale of the early riser who glimpses the GIFTING, but is intercepted by an elf who enchants the child with “Jingle Jingle Twinkle Twinkle.” Country kidsong about getting flashy thingied like in ‘Men in Black.’ Very entertaining.

“When You Wake Up In The Morning Feeling Like A Happy Kid” is a recitation from J. Maunders about the difference between this one morning and all others. Poorly done indie.

Rockabilly should roll you outta bed like a PeeWee Herman device, so here comes Kevin Sisson with “Wake Up, Wake Up.” That’ll do, gig, that’ll do.

Sometimes holiday sleeping is chemically imposed.

VÉRITÉ serves “blackout christmas” as a gentle jazzy lounge number. It’s heartache AND hangover after she drinks to regret.

Hunky Newcomers also have a “Christmas Blackout,” but their punk passion is drug enhanced. Ouch.

The American Dead figure hard rockabilly for “The Ghost of Christmas Passed Out.” It’s just drinking alone, depressed, and–you know–un-jolly. Party of one.

Pick up that holiday stocking, feel it, run it through your imagination. If you’re a guy, it reminds you of something (and so does everything else).

Steel Panther’s “Stocking Song” is just innuendo (and kazoo) enough to raise an eyebrow. Metal up, boys.

Hey, what’s that IN “My Christmas Stocking“? Earl Green part raps/part country pops the endless double entendres for your listening pleasure. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong….

B3 the Third dances around his “Stocking Stuffer.” But there’s a BLUE ALERT in this sprightly rap. Finally.

Scuzz Twittly’s “Fill Yer Stocking” is sommat better than the usual rockabilly chockablock with wink winks and nudge nudges. No BLUE ALERT per the text, but–oh, my.