Every Christmas album is, in a way, a concept album.
But, conversely, we rarely see any of them that venture far beyond the connotations offered by Christmas itself.
There’s a fascinating parallel between how traditional Tin Pan Alley pop, on the one hand, and prog rock, on the other, is treated by mainstream music journalism.
You’d hardly expect a hip, critically lauded psychedelic rock band of the late sixties to release a Christmas album.
When was the last time you heard a Christmas album that was actually fun? I don’t mean funny, in the sense of being a humorous novelty or something awful that a more maliciou