tripping balls (a music podcast?)

In which Beeso and the Doc obliquely skirt around the exceedingly heinous news about a very washed flower-adjacent point guard from a very bad large-apple-adjacent basketball team before talking Bulldogs banner banter, AFL pay inequalities and structural inequities, killing a man with your bare hands because he called you dude, kissing the flag, rural Skynet, Capt'n Dum Dum, the Pitch Doctor is In, tourist tat, Ricky Bobby Does LA, another shoeing, qualified statements, Johnny Baby, overdoing the bronzer and DIY shownotes.

Also mentioned in dispatches this week:
Erin Riley's piece on the women's AFL pay situation
Adam Spencer guesting on Wil Anderson's AFL pod

In which Beeso and Dr Yobbo relitigate the Great FNM Classic Album Wars, before with a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi Ho Smeg-You-Malcolm we review new albums from Stonefield and the Julie Ruin and pull apart a late 90s hip hop classic from Gang Starr. Not in that order. In fact, completely not in that order. Also featured: boring rap tropes, badly named music genres, Rule 34b, sax offences and we break out the world's tiniest Fender X-Plorer-shaped violin. Next week's nu stuff: Drapht, Amity Affliction and Spiderbait's Grand Slam (not as new). All on the BALLS After Dark Spotify playlist; our favourite picks of the year so far are on the After Dark Mixtape.

In which Beeso and the Doc talk Nips' Olympics triumph, the Blood Diamond League, you can't always find what you want, outsourcing your PR, killing all boomers, HuRT feels, VRAAAAAA KSSSSHHHH, James Harden: The Reboot, book week for the illiterate, Etsy beds, Quaaade Cheiks in, La Hayne, Benji loses touch, we invent a sport, green bandwagons, Beeso capes for the GOAT, falling off bicycles and Leicester's European adventure (it can't be as bad as Blackburn's.) 

Harden's new shoe should come with a carton of cigarettes and a box cutter pic.twitter.com/0XbXCNYW4t — ☕netw3rk (@netw3rk) August 24, 2016

In which, with Beeso away up the coast, questionably-regular guest host Adamhfoto joins the Doc to talk tabloid traumas, curated narratives, rhythmic pingnastics, Ryan Lochte: Florida EveryMan, the diary of Juan Mata (hugs!), CAMERA ON MEEEE, the Bowls Podcast, "We did quite well for a country our size", why swimming only gets timed to hundredths of a second, when science isn't an exact science, #BeesoIsWrong, the GOAT, J-Rod pitch rantz, Smarsh is average, racial epithets and hating on Boomers, before a mini After Dark on acid jazz hiphop, new Metallica, old classics, first drafts and shitty office jobs. No After Dark this week, as Beeso needs a good vacation from too much recreation; we'll hold over Stonefield, the Julie Ruin and Gang Starr for next week.

In which Beeso and the Doc review new albums from Montaigne and Billy Talent, and argue (less than you might expect) about the classic merits of the Donnas' Spend The Night. Also: is there life on Mars, Florence and the Drum Machine, being the arbiters of style and taste, Ohhh Canada, Beeso has notes, fun fun fun (in the sun sun sun), woke 'n' roll, Stop Revive Survive, the Age of Vertumnus, getting Oasisbombed, 1988 Hyundai Excels, why forgetting your Patience really Grates, Aloha Pig City Records, two turntables and a microphone, classics you've never heard of versus classics you've never heard, remixes versus originals, can't stop/won't stop and east coast rap.

Beeso will return next week (contrary to reports) to counter the Doc's arguments on Stonefield, the Julie Ruin and Gang Starr's 1998 release Moment Of Truth. All of the above is on the BALLS After Dark Spotify playlist, with our favourite picks from the year so far representing on our After Dark Mixtape.

In which Beeso and the Doc discuss getting sucked into the Olympics, Phelps' resistance training, the Aussies' golden touch in sevens, the Septics almost losing to the Boomers, women sportsmen, Jarryd Hayne breaking the internet (and possibly the Suns), extreme establishmentarianism, terrible four year plans, Kegs Lehmann listening to our advice, and our (OK, the Doc's) 2016-17 Premier League season preview. If you enjoy it, but think 'I really wish I could read much the same shit jokes but in even shittier haiku form' check out the Doc's PL preview on his shamefully underutilised blog. Dead air brought to you by Malcolm Turnbull, in tribute to his political substance.

In which Beeso and Dr Yobbo talk about voting for lizard people, keeping Austin weird, teaching your children well, neolithic riffage, Beeso's White Whale, never go full Hetfield, Domino's delivers, Patton's playing with it, how come Greatest Hits albums tend to have a lot of hits on them, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, Bol Ofsphinctas, Survey Says, drinks breaks, the BALLS Podcast Modified Bechdel Test, plugging the horn in, losing the Wil to continue, weekly discoveries, making art to feed people, going electric and TISM wish for no more Faith. Brought to you by Nespatton.

New albums this week were by Black Tusk and White Denim, with Beeso nominating Faith No More's Angel Dust as his classic of the week and his pick of their back catalogue. Next week: Canadian punks Billy Talent, Australian electro-poppists Montaigne and early-00s Californian rockers the Donnas. All of the above is on the BALLS After Dark Spotify playlist, with our favourite picks from the year so far representing on our After Dark Mixtape.

(Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh) In which Beeso and the Doc talk $10 wine tasting notes, Westbrook getting paid, Westbrook getting paid more in a few years, coaching stars, Hong Kong action movie deep cuts, Lehmann's lot continuing the storied tradition of Australian tourists despoiling themselves in Asia, pouring some out for two tier tests, collapso cricket, alternative commentary collectives, Russians shooting up at the Olympics, brown paper packages tied up with string and the economic and social consequences thereof in The Rugby League, Beeso reads a book named after the Doc's attention span, moving to New Shirsey, Beeso's team are [redacted]s, Ricky Bobby's shoey, Target unacquired and Dray's Orlando Broom impersonation. Gaping potholes in the information superhighway proudly brought to you by your Liberal-National Government of Australia.

In which Beeso and the Doc talk betting strategies, being too squeaky for Triple M, Blues Roots & Leaves festivals, less cowbell, Eau de Kerosene by Beeso, the 'Rua, Dawn Raid's Golden Era, fun and games, unbeige albums, quotes for the ages, dinner party music, band menopause, going deliberately old, head canon, immense noises, scary album covers, degrees of metal, scarier album covers, Discovering Weekly, Forever Malcolm Young, sharing Vines, transitional albums, never go full Cletus, lost Epics, and the last good thing that happened to Shane van Gisbergen last weekend.

“I’m a lesser version of you” — Beeso, Friday 29/8/16

This week's new albums were Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals' Call It Like It Is and Aaradhna's Brown Girl. The Doc's classic album this week was Shihadifipacihader's mid-'00s live comeback. Next week our new albums go Hives-dress-code monochrome with Black Tusk and White Denim, with Beeso opting to (angel) dust off some old Faith No More. All of the above is on our BALLS After Dark Spotify playlist. Yes yes calm down we're still working on the After Dark Mixtape.

In which notoriously scratchy openers Beeso and the Doc discuss eulogies for the not-quite-dead-yet, So You Wanna Be A Champion? [drops enormous riff], inventing words, dumping Davey Dum Dum, the gripes of Herath, going off on offies, beer tasting corner, cook 'n' root (in that order), Beeso hates Australia, tossing the toss, don't tell me show me, pay for play, gold medal 'swinging, NBA Lockouts 101, Waiters please, HHRDFDRTW, the biggest problem facing world cycling today, going fishing, BuzzBet365, nup nup Cronulla, #TeamUSA at #Rio2016, RIP circlework, hope trafficking, Beeso gets his hair cut, #rantz, Pep's pizza and Digby's dinner. 

(So it was against the eventual NFC champion Bears of '06, not the 18-1 Pats - but Denny Green still knew who he thought he knew who they were. Or something.)