Ep. CXLII : 'All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth' - Santa's Helpers

Bring forth your children, America. Bring forth your children and let them partake in this Holiday musical offering . . 

Album Title:  All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth & Festive Favorites for Children

Album Artist:  Santa's Helpers

This kid on this album cover scares the living shit out of me.

Why would the label execs pull the trigger on having some cross-eyed kid with messed up teeth grace the cover of their Christmas album? Were they trying to be whimsical or something? Don't they know how weird this kid looks? There is nothing whimsical about a child who can only see his nose and can't afford braces, folks. This time of year is for festivity and merriment, not revulsion and horror; this child needs to be put back into his cage in the basement and washed down with a garden hose.

Anyway, this was another Dollar Bin score from Radio Wasteland, and one look at that little urchin on the album cover should tell you why I picked this up in the first place. Children's albums are almost always disasters, unless a.) they have a larger budget and a solid production team, b.) the track list is age-appropriate, fitting for the Holidays, and arranged halfway decent, and c.) the 'talent' on the album is used appropriately. Seeing the album cover in the record store a few years ago, I had little expectations that Santa's Helpers (the artists who put out this album, probably not affiliated with Santa at all - frickin' posers) were up to the task.

Side A opens with the title song, and it's got more accordion than a Goddamn polka festival, cranked up to '11', with only a walking stand-up bass for company. The ridiculous instrumentation is actually the best thing about this one, though, because the singing is f***ing terrifying. It sounds like an adult recorded this album in a broom closet while doing their very best to impersonate a small child singing. The trademark fake lisp associated with this song isn't cute or funny in this version, because you know it's an ADULT and not a child singing.

A rip-off of Dave Seville's Chipmunks follows, with much of Side A compromising a slew of Holiday songs sung in that obnoxious, high-pitched Chipmunk singing. However it is beyond obvious that these aren't the real Chipmunks, folks - these are cheesy knock-offs. The creepy dude who was acting like a child with a speech impediment in the last track stumbled from his hiding spot in the broom closet and has his vocals sped up to 45 rpm (or 78 rpm, whichever one they use for that 'Chipmunk' singing.) He's accompanied by some random dude who sounds like he's been drinking since 9am, because, you know, he's going through some serious shit at home and doesn't want to talk about it.

The first installment in this Go-Bots Chipmunk nonsense is 'Jingle Bells,' which is meh - these two weirdos don't make good Chipmunks at all - followed by 'Deck the Halls.' Between every song on this album, a mysterious entity with a booming, low voice starts to talk to the 'Chipmunks,' but the mix is so bad on this frickin' album that you can barely understand what he's saying. This malevolent force sounds like Durin's Bane crawling out of the depths under Khazad-dum, and is by no means anything you'd remotely want on a children's Christmas album. Jesus H. Christ.

 

As bad as that sounds, it gets worse. At least the previous two songs are secular Holiday selections. The next two numbers introduced (I'm guessing introduced, I can't understand the black speech of whatever the hell this thing is that speaks between tracks), are - and I kid you not - 'Joy to the World' and 'Silent Night.' Folks, I'm going to break this down for you real quick: Chipmunks should not exist in the same universe as Christianity. They exist in kids' movies and TV shows, sure, but nowhere in any of these mediums is religion referenced at all. . . and I assume this is because by having Chipmunks and a higher power in the same plane of existence would mean that some kind of deity exists that sanctioned the creation of these f***ing Chipmunks.

Just imagine the same god that signed off on the whole Jesus thing - the miracle of his birth, his teachings, his sacrifice and resurrection, the whole nine yards - just so happens to be the same, exact god that one day went, 2000 years later,"You know what this world of mine needs? Three, singing Chipmunks. Three - and later six - singing Chipmunks who will record multiple albums, launch multiple TV reboots and movies, and do so without having the decency of wearing pants. And they'll be able to speak English and will be roughly the same size as midgets."

So yeah, having Chipmunks singing songs praising aforementioned deity is a little creepy for laid-back, Holiday listening.

"The Night Before Christmas," which is basically some of these 'Santa's Helpers' sing-reciting the famous poem to some random music. It's not awesome by any measure, but it's the first time since dropping the needle on this album that I've heard a halfway respectable Children's Christmas song.

Half of Side B is taken up by a 'dramatic telling' of Dickens' A Christmas Carol (think of like the dramas people used to listen to on the radio back in the 1940's, with like voice actors and sound effects and whatever.) Again, this is done with some competency, at least compared to the opposite side of the record, with the Go-Bot Chipmunks shittiness, but its a very shortened version of the classic story, and is over in a matter of minutes.

Then it's time for a children's choir, who shuffle in fresh on the heels of Story Time, for 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,' 'Twelve Days of Christmas' and 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas.' They're accompanied by a sad, dying church organ, which sounds like the musical version of the sad, dying woman who's playing it. Like, I get it, this is a Children's Christmas Album, you've got little kids singing and everything, but for THE LOVE OF GOD - you're trying to get kids into the spirit of Christmas, you really wanna traumatize them with this agonizing church organ? Remind them of sitting bored in church with their parents and grandparents, when they could be running around their segregated, 1960s neighborhood, playing stick-and-hoop or kick-the-can or whatever the hell it was kids did back then? Nobody around here owns an electric guitar or a trumpet or something? 

F***, I'd even settle for that weird accordion we heard on the title track at this point.

VERDICT:  2/10 - Reality TV (A train wreck of a Children's Christmas Album, but a couple not-terrible tracks save it from being the worst Children's Christmas Album I've ever heard.)

- SHELVED -

- Brian