Brace and pace yourselves for an episode containing a Strypes song that thankfully -never- saw the light of side 2 of an album, a Beat Farmers cover that did see the light of side 1 of their debut album, and House Of Fun gets the pun remix that NO ONE asked for. 

Of The Hollies personnel it's Nash who normally gets the sharp end of our blunt comments about his career and face. But this month it's the football jersey wearing, Carling enthusiast Terry Sylvester who comes in for an absolute pasting over his questionable Twitter behaviour. 

Our second ever guest, Becky Walsh, joins us to reminisce about Lindsay Lohan's relationship advice, plug her own podcast 'Scandal In The Wind' and weighs in on the 'hadn't begun but is now never-ending debate', 'Brimful Of Asha' vs 'Same Jeans' (with an undercard featuring 'Want A New Drug' vs 'Ghostbuster's', no out of court settlements here)

In three sentences we go from Kings Of Leon, to Scouting For Girls, to self fellatio. Make of that what you will. 

Episodes 9b and 9c, conducted from a hugely guarded Zoom chatroom, were a pandemic necessity masquerading as a marketing experiment. And quickly turned into a dangerous lesson on letting over eager listeners underwhelm you with their spotless bedrooms and spotfull opinions. 

Normality resumes with episode 10, the familiar structure and pace almost like a warm blanket around the shoulders of the hosts who fell foul of the leaky hot water bottle and badly grounded electric duvet that was 9b and 9c. 

A conversation about Normal People, noxious gases, Scruffy The Cat and Kilburn And The High Roads was anchored, book ended and pebble dashed with Spiderman 3 AGAIN. A friend that is always welcome, but -always- turns up too. 

We've got upgraded tech and upgraded personnel. Individual mics, individual opinions, no longer are we bound by the sonic restraints of a single diaphragm. WE have the power and are going to misuse and abuse. 

Our good friends Sloane and Felix Lenz join us becoming our first ever guests and welcome additions to the dynamic they are. Our stale views are fresh in the eyes of these crusty merchants of fuzzy business from Texas (which is an anagram of Te Sax)(Evan Walsh can play Te Sax).

Everyone comes in for a pasting, Jack White, The Grateful Dead, Roxy Music, John Mayer and John Mayer again. Not for a third time, that'd be mean and funny. 

That title sounds like its the last episode doesn't it? No such luck for you, tired but dedicated listener, not on your nelly or mine for that matter. Don't put -anything- on my nelly but if you must, use a coaster. That title is merely the aptest (you're correct, 'aptest' isn't a word) as it's quite a long episode and there's a fish in it. 

Back to The Coasters, Cornell Gunter was a Coaster from 1957-1961. That's a fun name.

The theme of this episode is NEW, 2020 has only gone and bloody started and so in keeping with the topics on everyone's lips at the dawning of this new decade we discuss The Rutles, The Room, the 2000's and Ross Farrelly's origin story. (I used his full name because its very hard to possessively apostrophise his first name {Ross'}. See? That resembles a streaky toilet bowl thats been seen to by the spotty bot of SkidMark Mark, the Terror of the Toilet Stalls, The Fecal Fearmonger, A Man Who's Crap At Crapping)

Festivities aplenty and a floor full of cracked crackers. We listen to our audiences Sonic Seconds, some are clued in, others are terminally clued out. If you listen closely you can hear the faint jingle of sleigh bells in every jingle. 

More Spider-Man 3, that's what you wanted wasn't it? Remember when this was a MUSIC podcast? Do you remember when.......we used to sing, SHA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA AH LA LYE.

This third Tuesday shows Zen Arcade are a band of their word. Still no music, videos or shows yet but thank god the peripheral extra curriculars are being prioritised.

Dave Clarke is likened to a floating intergalactic planet eater (not for the first time), Baloo is accused of racism (not for the first time), Ev brings up Roy Wood (not for the first time) and the market potential of Avril Lavigne's name in the meat extract paste industry is realised (very much for the first time).