One of the disadvantages of having the End of the World scheduled in the holiday season is waking up on 12/21/12, realizing you’ve been conned, and having only three days to do all your holiday shopping. (Not to mention begging friends to give back all your possessions.)
But I’m quickly getting into the spirit of things and celebrating the season the way most people do, listening to grunge versions of favorite Yuletide carols. I don’t mean the death metal renditions, which are intended for satire (I hope). I’m talking about the real thing: rocked-out Christmas songs that sound raunchy but reverent, distorted but devout. This could turn into a new rock genre (Xmas Grunge?)—and not a moment too soon for a beleaguered record industry.