Every Number One Ever

We need to offer a public apology for Liam's use of the phrase that became the title of this week's drop from ENOE Towers. He'd had a packet of smarties and a froob and was far too aroused by the whole thing. Also, fear not dear listener, Craig did indeed develop a lovely tan. Plus we review some music.

We've got less than 20 episodes to go. As the grand project draws to a close, we encounter a baldie, a scallywag, a plastic lady, another lady, and, as we cover from last week's spicy debate, let us all collect our heads, we ask just who IS the most famous cherry? 

I think if the ENOE brigade were ever going to court controversy, this is the episode to do it. No we're not making up spurious lies about pop stars, suggesting possible sex scandals, or the length of x's widge. Not today! Instead, we're asking the real questions, the important questions: sauces, condiments, gravies, and jous. Where do YOU stand?

We'd normally edit this down but there's too much to not.

Another week, another nine tracks. We're getting down to the wire now aren't we! Scary stuff! What will we all do when this is done? Go about our lives?! How is one to cope?!

Its not Moby Dick, but its certainly a whale of a tune that we encounter this week. Its BIG. But is that a good thing? Plus we show just how little the lads know about the lady-based reproductive system. 

Today is one of those episodes that might give you whiplash. I should say that this episode was recorded before the 16th of July and thus we don't make reference to certain events around our second artist. Plus we step on an aural boobie trap!

Yes yes yes! We're back with more silly titles and sillier "banter" (horrible word). In fact, "bants" is a word for the lowest echelon of humanity. If you participate in "bants" then you are officially dead to us. Sorry, where was I...

Oh yeah. Its ENOE!

This week, in between the music chat, we talk about the lost computer wars (Amstrad), a bit of East is East, the strange history of Gregorian chanting in pop music, and lovely ol' Bernard Cribbins gets a look in. Plus the usual nonsense. 

Hark... do you hear it... on the wind... the faint chiming of bells and a whiff of trademan's tea. It also get a bit creepy, a bit stupid, and we move from one shore to another. Trust me, it'll make sense once you've listened to it.

Here at ENOE Towers the airconditioning has totally packed in, Sigourney Weaver is running through the vents with a flame throwers (there aren't aliens, she's just bored), and the fancy zip tap has broken. We're sweltering! But we soldier on through the heatwave to bring you some spicy content, some serious chat, and a new sting that'll be making a regular appearance in the coming weeks.