Tune Change

This is the one where we start to get our feelings hurt about certain hosts’ rankings of certain songs. But it all works out in the end. In this episode, we ask many questions, like children often do: Tell me all your thoughts on god (oops, not a question). Where the hell is Superdrag? (fantastic question). When are you two starting a family? (Never an appropriate question, please leave).

For fans of: really knowing what it’s like to have the blues, maybe; protecting the pretty babies; being glad because one kid had it worse than that. 

We love the 90s! That’s because our brains find comfort in familiarity, especially when it’s tied to a time in our lives when we had few responsibilities. That’s likely also true of your brain! Let fuzzy memories rock you to sleep as we discuss bands you’ve heard of, bands you don't remember and we do for some reason, and bands Josh made up. On part one, we mostly crawl through a bunch of muck (like Shawshank! 90s!) to find the answers to questions like: Are you Jimmy Ray? Is anyone, really? What do Dead Kennedys and Meredith Brooks have in common aside from strident political anthems?

For fans of: letting others change lanes when they are driving in their car, which is the only time it’s helpful; guy-remembering; thinking about something you don’t like until you explode.

It’s just one of those long-winded extended metaphors of Geoff’s / The kind with too many syllables and you want less. Get out your red pen and ask: Does something bad happen to you if you stop talking? Wait, aren’t they all cliffs? Should we give Thrice a shot? For fans of: verse/verse/verse, metaphor marriage, and sans serif fonts.

It’s a Swiss band that says they’re Celtic and you assume is Nordic doing songs about entering the oblivion even though they said they’re going into the pandemonium. FINE THEN. Let the hard frost freeze your roots and numb your senses as we ask: What genres are present (in terms of parts per million)? What’s ‘ol Tommy HellHammer got up his sleeve this time? Hey, didn’t this bell toll for thee already? For fans of: Renegade$, Celtic Pride (1996), and keeping people on their toes.

Like a rocky Nordic ridge, there are peaks and there are valleys, both extreme. Put another Eurovision trophy on the mantle as we ask: Who got musical in my discotheque? Who got discotheque in my musical? Can you feel the music industry slowly draining the joy from this enterprise, Fernando? For fans of: maximalism, matching jumpsuits, and a hint of Latin flavor.

Weird guys talk weird guys who talk mostly about weird guys. Get your weird ass over here so we can ask you some questions: You get a load of that fella? Would you like to know round ‘bout how many years it’s been since we seen him and the sorts of things he would often say? What are the stories behind the music? For fans of: one band and one band only, festival circuits (plural), and tolerating your tourmates.

 Lower your denominators and ask: A clip show already? Will the Deftones forgive us? Which President is it not unlike? For fans of: snares tuned high, guitars tuned low, self-awareness simultaneously tuned high and low.

Can’t sell out if you don’t got choruses. Put a bunch of stickers on your bass and ask: Did you know the guitar strap is adjustable in both directions? Can we be serious for a minute, or maybe even more than a minute? Should skateboarding continue not being a crime? For fans of: verse/verse/verse, addressing the president directly, and fart noises as a personality trait.

Featuring our friend from real life and the podcast Nailed, Blake.

Cheek, kink, and camp—we’ve got it all! Yawn for the camera as we ask: What sort of lads are we dealing with here? Can you let the lady sing a song? What King of the Hill thing are you thinking about? For fans of: dance sensations, hearing the parody first, and knowing the difference because it could mean your life.

Bad news, we tricked you into joining our sleep study. Imagine your breath as the gentle rhythm of a distant sea and ask: Did you hear that rumor about us? Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here? So you could sit me here next to Britney Spears? For fans of: in-between Strat positions, sterile laboratories, and Sheryl Crow’s less difficult material.