Jason Andre admits “
It’s Hard to be a Pirate at Christmas.” Not just fighting the Kraken, but also being too naughty for Santa, and no red decorations. Visions of looting the sleigh, just isn’t enough. Well acted shanty pop.
Phreddcat pits Santa Claus against Christ in the allegorical “
Merry Pirate Christmas.” This wild jazzy ride borders on rockabilly, so it’s fun and meaningful, too.
Patty Loveless hillbillies the country of her “
Santa Train” with all the insouciance of a true Nashville star. Clickety clack!
Blake Shelton twangs the nasal chambers for his own “
Santa’s Got a Choo Choo Train.” Lots of country fussin’ for this repeat.
The better reprise is The Tractors’ “
Santa Claus is Comin’ (In a Boogie Woogie Choo Choo Train).” This is gold.
Santa’s Train” from Artie Rossi & The Duck Band has a killer sax backup, but this rocker needs to be on the BACK porch.
According to The Hipwaders, Santa is
coming down, down, down in “ Santa’s Train.” Check out the inventory, this line is loaded. Rock’n’roll, but still a little country.
The Dellatones rockabilly “
Santa Special” like they’re having fun. It might be as much fun as i have listening to this party favor. Woo woo!
Josh Bogert wants to get lost with you in a “
Christmas Village.” This pop microscope looks over the ideal jollities therein, incl. frozen pond fun.
What does “
Christmas Mean to You“? Jesse Reid shares his pop/rock vision with cocoa and gingerbread after skating. Or just time with you. Okay.
Christmas With the relatives has India Ramey’s equanimity and poise
skating on thin ice. Her cure-all is a “ Cocktail for Christmas.” MY cure-all is this honky tonkin’ rockabilly. Aw, that’s the spot.
A$AP Twelvvy gets all blerd with his rap: “
12 Days of X-Mas.” I’m in a Santa suit Tree botanical, on 94th Street I’m a miracle Not for Comic-Con I’m a muppet boy begins the rap adventure of partying, shopping, and crashing. Don’t let the title scare you off, no repetition mars this swirl.
Back to the rockabilly! The Hollybells are lost, narrating:
It’s not about the gifts Where’s my car I love this time of year I’m in aisle 94. “ Christmas Simple” is just a swingin’ thing. Go, cat, go.
Molly Starlite & The Sputniks features a ’50 Merc in their “
Hot Rod Christmas.” Wassa mileage on that (when gas was 27¢ a gallon!)? For rockabilly this is a bit slow and tame, but those were the days, eh? Winkedy wink.
And a little more…
Run D.M.C. gets a mill in cash from Santa’s wallet in “
Christmas in Hollis.” And that’s what Christmas is all about.
A million gold bars is one of “ All I Want for Christmas” from LZTraps, mediocre rap about worth.
Simple Plan wants
a million gifts, it’s right there on “ My Christmas List.” Driving rock/pop.
So, Santa’s got those million gifts, via “
Father Christmas is Coming” from BiiJ. Tweaking children’s music.
Liz Thresher equates your pleasant company over the holidays with “
A Million Dollar Christmas.” Syncopated R+B that doesn’t flirt all that hard.
Greed leads to excess. So “
A Million Dollars for Christmas,” a sassy rockabilly antic from The Andersons!, doesn’t seem all that surprising. Count how many times they sing the title! Repetitive!!
Sometimes a reindeer isn’t a reindeer. It might be an unshakable symbol of power/unknowable tool of legend. Or, i dunno, maybe a bank loan gone wrong.
You Are Something True explores childhood trauma with “
Reindeer on the Roof,” a sensitive pop Rosarch test. I see– an angry father.
Broken Reindeer” is mystical altpop from Jambones about–perhaps–climate change (??). Definitely a lively bummer.
November Reindeer” might tell you about a night when you’re too ill to go out. Or hoping for snow. It’s a King Thing may not even know their message, just good ol’ garage rock.
House of Large Sizes also keeps it close to the garage with “
Twelve Angry Reindeer,” a miscommunication misadventure set of notes.
Oso Oso’s “
Reindeer Games” looks at the ups and downs of an uncertain relationship. Whiny love pop.
Lounge fun from M.D.C. (Millions of Dead Cops) poeticize the end of the world with “
Acid Reindeer.” Uh oh.
Final words from Flooded Cellar with the rockabilly road rock “
400 Reindeer Under the Hood.” Pedal to the metaphor, gang! Whooo!
Caribou crisscrossing the horizon… how am i NOT going to shoot at that?
Let’s establish the temptation with the oddly compelling “
Three Blind Reindeer” by Nooshi. Not the cute kidsong it’s meant to be. This just raises the bloodlust.
Hokey pokey country dance music from The North Polio introduces “
Reindeer Hunting Season.” Set ’em up, Bubba.
We Hit the Reindeers” is another way to go. The Non Traditionals garage jazz band the philosophy of hit and run.
Shooting stars?! Shooting reindeer! “
Imo Shoot Me a Reindeer” is the rockabilly we were meant to hear. Clydesdale roars through the joint with aplomb.
Ten… Nine… Ready… Set… On Your Mark… One For the Money… Here… We…
Walter Giblin’s kid-country fun “
Good Old Santa’s Reindeer Roundup” details the chase, catch, and preparation of those North Pole runners. A bit circular, but so are some fine rides.
Mary Kaye has already told us about “
Santa’s Roundup” with cutie-pie fiddling’. ‘Member?
Maniac Clown’s “
Reindeer” is the acid-dropped experimental parody that some people dismiss as ‘Awful.’ It is.
Brady Rymer and The Little Band That Could big band/rockabilly the warm up with “
Revvin’ Up the Reindeer.” You feel it as well as hear it.
How much fun can we have with the Rudolph legend?
Even kidsong can get off the mainstream. “
Rudolph and the Snowman” is awesome folk Q&A from KidsTV123. Love it.
FuMP’s Phil Johnson & The Roadside Attraction curse out a metal revenge story in “
Rudolph the Blood-Soaked Reindeer.” More curious than comical.
Kelly Nolf & Wyndi Harp use the moral here to tell “
Rudolph Knows,” a country swinger of life lesson-ology.
Also into the figurative, Arne Hansen & The Guitarspellers decry a horrid first rendezvous sporting a big pimple on the nose as if “
On a Date as Rudolph.” Rocking polka.
They Shined Up Rudolph’s Nose” gets more play than most of our novelties, but Johnny Horton brings just the right level of country rock to this number.
Some wild rockabilly elevated “
Rudolph’s Ruin” beyond the drunkeness of the last post to victimhood. The Wildebeests deliver.