As we slam the door on 2006 we look at 2007 with the usually end of the year suspicion. After all popular culture really floods the market right after the holidays In order to meet that first quarter profit margin.
It's a dangerous time: books, films, comics and music are loaded with good things, bad things disguised as good things and completely useless crap completely undisguised. With that in mind caveat emptor!
Upon deep reflection, the greatest Christmas song of all time is "Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues. It took nearly two years to write and forced Shane MacGowan to "raise his game" in order to match the perfect vocals of Kirsty MacColl. Their duet about a drunk who won at horses and a terribly disenfranchised and pissed off lover somehow manages to snarl, scream and punch itself into a "aw shucks it's Christmas so let's figure all this out later" ending. It is powerful, poignant and ripped full of anger and rage. It's like a fistfight with a nice kiss at the end.
Remaking "The Year Without A Santa Claus" is the dumbest idea since having a trilogy of Christmas movies with Tim Allen. The new version was pure excrement.
There was something oddly fun about the Twisted Sister Christmas album. I am so glad their Xmas gift to the world was quitting.