The finger-pickin’, crystal-voiced prettiness doesn't stretch our goodwill but the twee pop-by-numbers are taxing
At Christmas, albums like this jingly-jangly label showcase can expect a grade inflation of approximately 1.5–1.8 marks, depending on blood alcohol content, until the precise moment the wrapping paper hits the bin. The finger-pickin’, crystal-voiced prettiness of Correatown’s ‘Christmas Time Is Here’ and Glam Chops’ punchy Glitter Band-take-a-Fall-workout ‘Countdown To Christmas’ don’t stretch our goodwill. But the twee pop-by-numbers of (sigh) Skiffle And The Piffles and others is taxing, and by the time the hokey-tonking cobblers of The Werewandas’ ‘I Love You Santa Claus’ arrives, your finger will be itching on the button marked ‘Send Them To The Dickensian Workhouse’. But that’s for tomorrow.