The Piano Guys
Ever found yourself, after your fourth stein of eggnog late one Christmas evening, wondering what a Christmas album would sound like if it was disguised as an American insurance commercial? You know the ones: a wholesome milquetoast family ruffling the fur of the family dog in slow motion, shot through a Vaseline-coated lens, a reverbed piano tinkling in the background while a soothing caramel voice purrs gently reminding you how fucking quick those impossibly white smiles would disappear if you haven't got life insurance and died tomorrow. This Christmas album is the musical equivalent.
