Jingle Bells instro style and next up is a Mambo Xmas body rubber. Ths beats the brass bells out of the usual Xmas schmuck and plasters a wide smile across a cracked visage. Brings back the snow, orange in the stocking and wide open log fire as the snow pelts the windowpane. Baby it's cold outside.
American classics culled from the vaults of yesteryear 1920's to the 1950's. The types of sounds that will never appear in River Island, Gap, Next and Marks and Spencers in a decade, as they pile up the tack for the credit card. Corporate Xmas loves Wizard, Slade and John Lennon, all from the 70's, tunes pulling at the heart strings of the poor deprived 70's kids, now replete with loadsamoney to part with. All trapped in a mid 40's-50's recompense for missing out back in the "good old days."
These songs evoke the reek of damp poverty, filled with a fine grit that pours into a sauce of determination and cheer, a battle with real adversity. Many of them are black artists, who create a different aura. There was no money to bring home presents for the kids and this is brimming with relgious effluva, that now appears quaint rather than oppressive, as time pulls us all away from when men in frocks could dictate family movements. It swings, croons and then beats out its rhythm stick and then finally cries into its glass half empty, whilst brimming with kitsch.
Place gently in the tray, and press play, then this will shift the mood of the room, creating that happy smooth ambience. This is as slick as syrup and fruitier than Auntie on the Baileys.