Sorry for the radio silence for the last li’l while!
We’ve been busy beavers behind the screen here, so haven’t been able to update the website lately! Ooopsies. At least we’ve been able to get the damn shows produced in a relatively timely manner! Continue reading
Hiya, folks! Sorry about the lack of a new episode last weekend. I thought I sent it to the Brutal Existence folks, but I was wrong, apparently. Too bad, ‘cuz I had a really good one lined up… I promise. Oh well, this weekend for sure. (Remember – Sunday afternoon at 4pm EST!)
Well, to tide us all over until the miracle of the new episode occurs, here’s an ancient one that dates back to the days when that insane radio reverend predicted the Rapture in the next week, or whatever. I was pretty stoked when he was proven wrong again and again.
Here’s EPISODE NINETEEN for you nostalgia buffs.
Here’s what I played:
DEFIANCE – fodder
AUS ROTTEN – xenophobia
LOST WORLD – quietus
CHILDREN OF BARREN WASTELAND – fearing tomorrow
RESIST – all wrong
LIVING LEGENDS – island wars
THATCHER ON ACID – our gods are falling down
EXIT STANCE – christian militia
CHUMBAWAMBA – unilever
A TOUCH OF HYSTERIA – the rulers
DRESDEN – welcome to hell
CONTRAVENE – whose nature is it
MUTINY (canada) – killing ourselves
SCHIFOSI – post-genocidal syndrome
CHUPACABRA – deep scars
DISORDER – suicide children
FRAMTID – overpopulation
GLOOM – absurd system
LEBENDEN TOTEN – shock treatment
SHADOW OF FEAR – never to return
BEHIND ENEMY LINES – self-inflicted extinction
Just one more thing…
I’ve designed a poster that can easily be resized and turned into small handbills. It’s just me promoting this shitty program. If you’d be so kind as to print the fucker out and post ’em in your favorite rekkid shops, cafes, infoshops, etc then I will be your best friend. If you want, take a photo of where you posted it and I’ll feature ’em on this page! How exciting!
Here’s the flyer:
Well, not much of a write-up here. I’m a tad hungover after my pre-birthday party last night. We came, we saw, we conquered. Pints were annihilated, shots were fired. As such, I can’t even type this without feeling like someone’s firing a machine gun inside my head. Oops.
Here’s the show now!
Peep this shit HERE