Somewhere in a dim and lurid recording studio in Los Angeles, your favorite artists are laying down a few Christmas tracks. No, not because they have the holiday spirit, but because they want to pay for their new private jets and calf implants. Right now, at this very moment, the whiskey is flowing and the groupies are wretched as the band is doing a bona fide rocking version of "Jingle Bells" while a bevy of porn starlets make out on a stained leather couch in the back of the control booth. Maybe it's Modest Mouse belting "Auld Lang Syne" or Mastodon is digging into... More >>>