’Tis the season to be cheerful, especially if you like shopping. Which, obviously, as a heterosexual white middle-class male in his forties with no money, I don’t much, unless it’s for books or CDs. But at this time of year those of us of a non-shopping persuasion must bury our prejudices, venture out into the madness of pre-yule consumerism and buy lots of books and CDs for our friends and relatives. Or for ourselves, just to cheer us up.
So here are a few seasonal recommendations. Such is the profoundly subjective appeal of all pop music that these recommendations may turn out to be completely useless to you — in which case, I should probably apologise now, just to save time. But, speaking entirely subjectively as ever, I think this has been a good listening year.
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