Bad Religion - Christmas Songs

Bad Religion - Christmas Songs

Best Enjoyed – Eggnog, with a beer chaser. And the eggnog needs to be festively merry with rum to get through your uncle’s opinions this Christmas. Bah Humbug!

Once again the festive season has sprung up on us, like an uncle crashing on our couch with a suitcase full of Christmas cheer, and with the festive season comes the new rite of passage... The Christmas Album. Confusingly, Californian punk veterans Bad Religion have scraped together worn out 'carols by candlelight' song-books and have gifted us with Christmas Songs, a different approach to most holiday based releases but definitely one that would confuse both yourself and your food coma fighting grandparents.

The production of the album is up to scratch like most Bad Religion albums, as they have defined themselves with thick guitar tone, crisp drums and their signature of perfectly harmonised vocal choruses and melodies. Yet Christmas Songs would either win over some fans who would perceive the album as an ironic bout of fun, or piss off the rest with the notion of selling out and buying in on the cash camel that marches through and takes a dump around the annual festive season. And this is what really sticks out, the purpose of the album, as in: is it really Bad Religion having fun with carols, or are they sticking it to the big jolly Santa man? Fuck. I don't know.

Should I really talk about lyrical content? I know, as part of some shamble that I like to pretend as competent writing and reviewing, subject matter should be overviewed. But what can I say about such gems like "O come all ye faithful" and "Little Drummer boy" that hasn't already been said? I liked that shit when I was a kid, but after witnessing a drunk relative slaying his rendition of "White Christmas", nothing could ever look so wholesome ever again. Yet critiquing the lyrical subject of Christmas songs is about as useful as buying your girlfriend an iron as a gift, it'll only lead to confusion and unobtainable answers in why you're awake in the middle of the night on the couch.

Yet after all that's been said, the silver lining of this album is simple; its a delightful romp of fun for when your elbowing people and getting angry at the shopping masses when purchasing gifts for your brats. It's only 19 minutes and can only be played at least once a year to maybe get into hanging up the tangled mess of lights or having to deal with your angry divorced aunt, so if you get truly butt-hurt about an established punk band enjoying Christmas, then top up your eggnog Scrooge, because this shit is a reality and you are going to have to painfully accept it. Though feel assured that if you do buy the album, some proceeds will go to SNAP (Survivors Network of those Abused by Priests) hence closing your charitable obligation for the year. Love it or hate it, it's a punk Christmas album done by one of the greatest bands to ever destroy ear-drums. It is what it is, and it’s here to stay.
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