Christmas Countdown: 23 up

“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.

Christmas Countdown: 24…

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.

Christmas Countdown: 24-()

Broken hears and loneliness are so much MORE this time of year.

“December 24th” she came into your life. Then she was gone. So let’s rock about it. Robert Jackson and Alan Ihr make a meal of it.

It’s the 24th: The neighbors all go caroling; They dance around and sing, While I sit around and wait is the theme of “Alone on Christmas” by R+B growler Gatlin Loranze. Move on, moper.

Rich Evans wants Santa to bring you back to me, as he misses “Christmas Kissing.” In his rockabilly blues screamer, he mopes: I wonder is it me you remember On the 24th of December. Odd mix of uppers and downers.

“Dead by Xmas” is the dying declaration [Friday is the 13th to 24th–
It’s not so long to go] of the heartbroken from Hanoi Rocks with dramatic ’80s rocking. A girly translation from Sohodolls also rates high marks.

Getting colder, the killer’s at the door… “December 24” is an awful reminder of isolation for the banjo picking, tuba oomping, tune whistling John Galbraith. (Could be a happy ending coming.) Jugband fun.

Christmas Countdown: 24-*

The day before the holiday a person could use some mood-changing substances….

Psychedelic piano improvisation adds to the cacophony of the wasted “Christmas Eve/Christmas Day.” Riding through the snow Christmas Day, Chevy sitting on 24’s candy paint, Your whore want to go but it’s out my way–Tell her stay! I ain’t got no time to waste. Hott$cott got some ‘nog to flog, dawg.

Sometimes takes whiskey Sometimes takes more Always on December 24, laments Seth Adam in his slow rocker “December 24.”

Sex is the drug for Lardi B (feat. Projext) in the ‘romantic’ rap “Holidays.” Better be going by the 24th to get there! Sweet na nana nas.

More lust from Siopaolo (feat. Kelsey Kuantans): It’s the 24th of December, Remember last year when we promised we’ll meet Right before Christmas day–I want nothing but ice this year, We’re jumping into bed after 12 AM. “Hot Cocoa” seems to be code for this finger-popping R+B seducer.

Trying to get something going, poet Adam Marsland alt-grunges: Not to kill a metaphor But it’s “December 24th.” Yet, metaphors snow us in.

Despite falling asleep on the sofa bed on the 24th Autyn recalls the next morning “I Met an Angel (On Christmas Day).” Rock, i guess. (Céline Dion covers this–heavy on the sax–believe it or don’t.)

Sons of Daughters leans into the honkytonk with a brawling expose of a disturbance report of some red-suited guy at the local drinkery in “Moonshine and Mistletoe.” Line dance like you’re drunk!

Christmas Countdown: 24-!

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!

Christmas Countdown: 24-$

{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’!

Christmas Countdown: 25 [other]

Don’t wait til the 25th cautions Jessie Dunks with cool jazz acoustic guitar in “Give Thanks.” Ostensibly a Thanksgiving song, that dares to compare itself to Christmas.

Mêlée rocks out the annual question “(When is) Hanukkah this Year?” What’s that to do with our number? Contrast! So goes the intro: Yeah, it’s really good to have it just, you know You know it’s the 25th every year so no surprises–Yeah, hey, that’s true.

December 25th isn’t enough: Why stop at 1 day, Let’s go the rest of the month! chortles Rob Vischer in a sly party pop mood. “‘Til New Year’s Eve” is a plea to leave up the tree. I thought y’all already did do dat. Piffle, but uplifting.

Biggie Cream astounds me with his random bubba-ness and inappropriate rhymes. In his rap “Holiday Szn” Santa grabs your kids and rides away on his motorcycle, But December 25 its hunting season! Time to die! What the noel, dude?

Here’s something you don’t sing every day… Heymonday rattles the rafters with the overdone pop message: I just don’t get how I could ever spend the 25th without “Our Mixtape for Christmas.” Not sure if that’s love, or just music.

Redbubble seems to be an Australian online site for ordering stuff printed on merchandise. Hence “All I Want For Christmas (Is Gameshow’s Redbubble)” from Gavin and Qnce. At times awful, at times horrific, at times befuddling. But only 25 [Australian] dollars.

Harry and Chris from ‘The Russell Howard Hour’ (yeah, i don’t know ’em either) explain Christmas from the 25th to the placenta to a last minute, on the way to Christmas dinner, present-buying, emergency service station stop in “The Christmas Song.” Pop show tune comedy. Literally.

Christmas Countdown: 25 [boo]

Kupid the King and Ayy rap out a sly countdown from 24 to 1. But, as the freestyle is entitled “25 Days of Litmas” and gets less and less merry and more and more dispirited, we have to celebrate to achieve equanimity. Joy?

The Silent Box warn that you cannot hide from December 25 since “There’s No Day Like Christmas.” This carnival ride of industrial pop celebrates on the outside, cringes on the inside.

Christmas ain’t for 25 more days (guess it depends on when you hear it) refrains Danzr about the neighbors putting up the “Christmas Tree” too early. Rollicking–and a bit retro–Britpop. Fugue!

File Thirteen sings more outtake (who wrote this??) than lyric in the ironic, sneering, rocking “It’s Christmas.” Things may not be merry or bright, A little bit of gingerbread and it’s alright… (except for Karen).

December 25th is literally the world’s worst date claims Sense Offense in a BLUE ALERT poppy rap number “I Hate Xmas.” Australian and upbeat, this hates so juvenilely good.

Worse? Body parts and human consumption mar the distorted rap of KidCrusher’s “The Naughty List.” Where the fuckin’ weed at?!

My spirits start to sink every year When December 25th draws near ‘cuz, as The Reducers redesign, they get “Nothing for Christmas.” This Brit punk howler is not your grandad’s novelty. Well, maybe your dad’s.

Andy Cold paints an anthropological portrait o’ poverty in “Scary Christmas,” a rap tragedy of rice and chicken.

December 25th is a cruel mistress, instructs the rap of Chilly Gonzalez. “Christmas Business” is that party pooping poison about how Christmas makes you broke and sad and exhausted. Grinchify us, Chllly!

Driving pop from 9teez wails: Grandma bought me a pyjama; I said to her “hey old lady don’t you know I’m 25 ?” (Pink? You’re kidding me?)! “Merry Fistmas” wishes you a crappy New Year.

Punkrock spells it out: “Xmas Has been X’d.”December 25th has been blacklisted Since Dawkins found the proof Jesus never existed. Can you imagine no religion? No? NOFX will explain its loss from stem to stern.

Christmas Countdown: 25 [lonely]

Lonely enough to want “Santa be My Baby” Lorenz Leo (feat. Tom Micko) plead with pop and R+B: Hear me Santa I wanna become your man If you are a girl Or not. Unintentionally fun.

Danielle Iry feels the “Christmas Ghosts” instead of you. Not needing a Scrooge-in lesson, this experimental alt poetizes the void of isolation. Gird your lovelorns.

Ben Eales may be known for humor, but his “Christmas List” is a put-on of sexist proportions. Don’t be offended by him, be offended for him. Plaintive pop with a faded ring of R+B around the collar.

I just want to get on with my business, Getting tired of hearing crickets Lachlan Ondre prefaces when wishing in slow rap for “Merry Christmas and a COVID Free New Year.” Heavily accented, but that only adds to the malaise.

Hassann Hurricane dribbles out the dirge “A Christmas Crisis” as a celebration. But: Everyone’s celebrating Christmas, feeling the warmth of family, getting gifts I’m all alone, will I get anything? Keep loved ones on speed dial if you make it through this surrender of electronic pop.

Poetry set to symphony, the jazzy “Another Lonely Christmas” from Knights unrolls a journey of life, longing, and love. Spoiler: Cause baby you promised You promised me you’d never leave Then you died on the 25th day of December. Oh…banana daiquiri?

Only 25 days til you come back home, Dallas diva-R+Bs with sultry sussurations in “Snow Angel.” It’s lonely when you’re monogamous, pretty one.

Perhaps too young to worry about it, pop music rap from Brent Rivera considers “Skipping Christmas” ‘cuz it’s without love. Then–the twist ending! He’s so cute!

Loves me an inordinately pretty SAD song. “Unmerry Xmas” by Precious Gutierrez soars when it points out the 25th has passed like any other, Holidays seem to last only an hour or two–Felt like Santa’s list bears not my name; The only thing that came at night are the seasonal blues. Bluesy pop.

Christmas Countdown: 25 [hurt]

Caffeinated pop from Grayson DeWolfe, “Have a Merry Christmas” is only half-serious since you broke up with him. Never thought that I’d be out a date this year, he moans. Then bebops the title like it ain’t no thing.

And you’re alone this Christmas Eve: I hope it burns every time you think of me; I start a fire, try to forget you–I hope you’re locked up in your room Forgetting about me, begins the emo-boy rock of Search the City. “The Holiday Song” is a poison pill of tribute to what once was. And it’s the 25th of December And I remember the times, The times I felt alive (didn’t you feel alive?). It’s not me, it’s you.

I’m better off without ya, raps Ree$s in a spin on ‘Last Christmas’ with “This Christmas.” He’s moved on, melodically. He don’t give a fa la la.

Digging the holiday season isolation, Author’s Bias warns I’ll complain until I ruin it for you too. “Don’t Call Me This Christmas” is a half-speed garage-pop moan of a diatribe. Terrible, unless you’re in THAT place. Then it’s perfect.

If you’re willing to work for it, The Buh House Band’s “Why Did You Break My Heart on Christmas Day?” is worth the scouring of Soundcloud’s files. Garage fun.

Boyband sounds from Dre Smuzic (feat. Ketandu) crying: But on the 25th day of December this year I’m not askin for a lot I just want my baby here. A “Christmas Miracle” is all he needs. And a lyricist.

Ethereal pop from Modern Drawing is hurting from that one empty space and wishes for “Christmas with You.” But It’s 25 outside, but I feel colder by a landslide Cause that day everything changed–when you left. I get a ’50s vibe, though. So, cool.