The Great Christmas Record Odyssey, Ep. LXXIV

 Okay, guys.  Let's get this one over with. . .

Album Title:  Home for the Holidays

Album Artist:  Various Artists

So, again from the depths of the Bethesda stack of vinyl I've been working through this year, comes this shining Yuletide turd.  I knew this one was going to be a comically bad Christmas album the second I picked it up.  Just take a gander at the cover art on this sum'bitch - a young couple showing up on the doorstep of an elderly woman (one would assume being the mother or grandmother of one of the two younger adults), not really ridiculous by any means.  So what's the big deal?  

The small mutant the man is carrying.

Behold Kuato.

This little kid - which is, I believe, the love spawn of the couple - is so poorly illustrated that it resembles not so much a young child as it does Kuato from Ah-nold Schwarzenegger's 1990 so-bad-it's-good sci-fi thriller, Total Recall.  The likeness is so uncanny that it borders on copyright infringement, but, you know, this album was released in 1978, thirteen-ish years before the movie.  Whatever.

Anyway, poorly executed cover art aside, this release promises to be absolutely God-awful by just observing the featured artists on the track listing.  I mean, just look at this train wreck - this is a Who's Who of a Holiday Dumpster Fire:

Pat Boone kicks things off on Side A, Track 1, with a warm-milk version of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing,' which, you know, is supposed to be a song to praise the birth of Christ, and sung triumphantly. . . not sung like you were trying to softly console someone on their death bed.  Lawrence Welk similarly puts everyone in the lobby to sleep on 'Silver Bells,' with his living room organ (you know, the type your grandparents had) whirling with warbly abandon. 

A handful of instrumental tracks, while not necessarily horrible, are so boring that they fade into the background (the exception being Robert Shaw's take on 'Hallelujah' from Handel's Messiah, which is decent.)  I mean, even actively listening to his album - like you do when placing a record on a turntable - it's still easy to overlook when the instrumentals begin and end on this album.  They're short to begin with, and just kinda bleed together in an endless sea of laize-faire Holiday blah-ness, almost serving as filler between the total disaster bombs that are the vocal tracks on this release.

And Holy Goddamn Shit, another children's choir?  What's up with these vintage Christmas album producers?  As bad as some of these other acts may be, they throw in a frickin' children's ensemble to perform 'Jingle Bells.'   This, without the common decency to even try and sound like a church choir (which, at the very least, is somewhat excusable - maybe sing a soprano-ish 'Silent Night' or something.)  No.  These little assholes sound more like an unrehearsed 3rd grade class in a crappy school Christmas program, shouting (yes, not singing) at the top of their lungs.  This is only somewhat cute when your own kid is in the 3rd grade class performing, and you've got a sweet vantage point from which to record some home video.  

Even then, the entire experience is far from 'awesome.'  It's tolerable at best.

So yeah, on an adult, at-the-time 'contemporary' compilation, throwing a bunch of children shout-singing onto the track listing is a completely stupid move.  It's a slap in the face (which, admittedly, would wake you up from this otherwise snooze-fest of a record.)  To put a cherry on top of this corn-riddled, steaming pile of shit - this children's ensemble is none other than the f***ing Brady Bunch.  Like, from television.  Recording a frickin' Christmas song on an otherwise made-for-adulst compilation.  

I hope this record producer was dragged out into the alley behind the studio and beaten to death with his own shoes.

So is there any saving grace on this album?  Yeah, yeah there is.  

Loretta Lynn has a spunky little number on the opening track of Side 2, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town,' delivered in her feisty, I-just-walked-into-the honky-tonk-to-confront-my-man-cheating-on-me signature style.  If you like Loretta Lynn - and I, for one, love me some Loretta Lynn - this song is exactly what you'd expect from her, which helps elevate this Christmas compilation to a very small degree.

And then comes from motherf***in' Bing Crosby, who slams down his classic version of 'It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas' like an angry dad with a few beers in his system coming home, earlier than anticipated, to find his teenage kids throwing a party and trashing his house.  They thought he'd be gone all night, but nope - here he comes, bursting through the front door, putting the fear of God into the likes of Liberace, Roger Williams, and Pete Fountain, who all drop their red Solo cups and stare like dear in headlights.  Shitty recording artists suddenly make a mad scramble to bolt out of the house without being caught and having their parents called, leaving behind clear evidence of their God-awful Holiday songs.

And yes, order is finally restored, now that Dad is home.  But the house, dear readers, is nonetheless still trashed.

VERDICT:  3/10 - Seriously? (Bing and Loretta come home earlier than anticipated and break up an out-of-control teenage party at their house, thereby scoring a couple sympathy points, but far too late to save their home from being destroyed with Yuletide shittiness.)

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- Brian

The Great Christmas Record Odyssey, Ep. LX

It's time to kick some Yuletide ass, America. . .

Album Title:  Christmas with Tammy

Album Artist:  Tammy Wynette

Any of you guys remember the Transformers?  You probably do, it was a pretty big kid's show back in the early/mid-'80s:  a Saturday morning cartoon about robots from space that 'transform' into various human vehicles, like semi-trucks, fighter jets, and even cassette playing boom-boxes.  Along with G.I. Joe, Thundercats, and He-Man, it defined a generation of young boys, who collected it's action figures like they were holy relics.

I, personally, never got into Transformers as much as some of my friends did growing up - I never got into the whole 'robot/vehicle' thing, as I was more of a sword-wielding hero type, myself - but I could very much acknowledge their level of sheer awesomeness.  So could many television executives, for that matter, since in the wake of Tranformers' success in the TV, toy, and other merchandising industries, a horde of cheap, knock-offs began to invade the TV airwaves and toy aisles.

Laaaaaaaaaame.

Most notorious of these much, much lamer imposters was Hannah Barbara's Go-Bots.  The animation was shittier, the toys were lamer, and the whole thing came across as a poorly-concealed marketing ploy to sell cheap, Asian-made toys.

Kids who played with Go-Bots instead of Transformers were frowned upon in Elementary School society:  one didn't want to associate with one of those kids.

She looks like a math teacher who enjoys giving out detentions.

So why am I bringing all of this up, you may ask?  Well folks, Tammy Wynette - the country singer that's today's artist on the turntable, is the Go-Bot to Loretta Lynn's much more badass Transformer.

She basically plagiarized Loretta's country singing playbook:  she sings the same, the album sounds the same, the song choices are very similar, etc.  Only, in Tammy, you get an older, sleepier, more ho-hum Loretta.  This album is like chloroform - there's none of the former's spunk and sass to balance out all the more retrospective or quieter numbers on this album, and, as such, the whole album sounds like a woman pushing forty, falling asleep on the couch while drinking wine and watching Netflix.

You know, like my wife does.

This albums is boring, and Tammy needs to just stick with standing by her man and leave the Holiday music business to the Transformers.

Not only is Tammy a horrible Christmas album artist, she's also a bad parent:  who has new kids into their forties?  That's how you make people with Downs Syndrome , Tammy.

VERDICT:  4/10 - Borophyll (A much sleepier, older, and more boring version of Loretta Lynn wants to sing you a few Christmas songs.  NEVER pick the Go-Bots over the Transformers, folks.)

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The Great Christmas Record Odyssey, Ep. XXXIX

Hi fellas.

Who's ready for more Holiday jammitude?  Let's see what we got on the ol' docket today. . .

Album Title:  Country Christmas with Loretta Lynn and Friends

Album Artist:  Loretta Lynn, Various Artists

I'm not going to lie to you folks:  I love me some old school Honky Tonk.  Don't ask me how or why, I certainly didn't grow up around that stuff - I was raised on Classic Rock and Jim Henson.  Nevertheless, I'd place old Country/Western music (50s - 70s) among my favorite genres.  Johnny Cash is one of my top-five favorite artists, and there's a score of other old country singers that I absolutely love:  Hank Williams, Roger Miller, Waylon Jennings, and even this lil' gal right here, Loretta Lynn.  

Some super shitty, '70s-era Photoshop skills on display here.  Could they really not afford to photograph Loretta standing in front of this window?

I bought this album at the Salvation Army during the same visit I bought the two previously-reviewed turds, along with about seven other Holiday records I hope to review in the coming weeks.  I read 'Loretta Lynn. . .' on the cover and said, "Hell, I know exactly what I'm getting here."  I mean, she's one of those artists who always delivers to meet your expectations.  She's like a female, country version of Chuck Berry:  you only need to say her name and you know exactly what a song by her would sound like.

And for the most part, on this album, that rationale is pretty accurate.  

Side A of this album is all Loretta, with the B Side being split up between various old country singers (more on them later.)  Right out of the gate, Loretta kicks off into her usual sassy-voiced Honky Tonk girl swagger, and the tune works.  I'm pretty sure it's an original, and it's a solid Christmas jam.  If the entire A Side of this album followed this opening track's lead, this would be a pretty decent little Christmas album.

But it doesn't.

"Away in a Manger" comes up next, and Loretta is no longer the hands-on-her-hips, "nobody takes my man" singer we all know and love.  Instead, she sings the whole song in this creepy, sloppy whisper, where she tries and vibratos but it instead comes out as a drunken warble.  Over the years I've heard Loretta, in many of her songs, putting her foot down with a drunken fool of a husband, or the like.  Here, though, it turns out Loretta is the drunk, and she sings like she's trying to sneak in through her kitchen at 3am without waking the rest of her family up.

The lack of 'quality control,' if you will, is pretty jarring.

From Our Home to Yours.  Par for the course.

Side B is a fourth-tier offering of "hey remember that one song?" -artists from the late 60s/early 70s -era of Country Music.  That one guy that had that one song that was all the rage for a couple months back in '72?  Yeah, he has a song on Side B.  So's the guy that opened for him when they toured State Fairs that summer.  I could make more jokes along these lines, but I think you get the point.

As far as good ol' Country Christmas-type albums go, this isn't bad.  But there's a hell of a lot better ones out there, and my turntable is a pretty exclusive club these days.

VERDICT:  6/10 - Decent (All in all, it's not a horrible album, per se, but it had potential to be a hell of a lot better.)

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