For Cristy’s 18th birthday, she and 13-month-old Heather blast out the speakers with raw, electric estrogen, spinning women of punk rock.

Woman and punk.
For Cristy’s 18th birthday, she and 13-month-old Heather blast out the speakers with raw, electric estrogen, spinning women of punk rock.
Woman and punk.
Two hours of rock from Scotland! Has anybody coined the term Scotrock yet? If not, would it be unforgivable if we were to add that to the rock geek lexicon along with Krautrock and Mathrock? Assembled with thanks to Alister Smith, Glasgow correspondent Iain Matheson, and Ben from the Brighton Rock Geek Office!
Here’s the setlist:
Scotland – December 28, 2013
*denotes new
DJ Reggaetone and I attempt to fit 3/4 waves of ska into two hours, replete with factoids, banter, and technical glitches. Dreaming of a black and white Christmas. We field requests via telephone, facebook, and cell, and wander into the treacherous cul-de-sacs of bands we’ve never heard but which have funny names, one of the features of third-wave ska. Listen and skank.
On our first Rock Inbox in a few years, we venture into the dangerous territory of new releases. Join Cristy as she tries on Camera Obscura, Thee Oh Sees, and other cutting-edge discs. One fresh hour.
For the holiday season, we bring you the second installment of Songs About Bad Parties. Get in the spirit, download, listen, and sulk in the corner.
This party just took a turn for the douche.
For Thanksgiving weekend, we’re turning the radio show into a cozy restaurant serving up five courses of bands named after food: appetizers, soup, entrees, fruit, and coffee with dessert. For various reasons, we have a limited menu of only one hour, so please be patient with our many specials and substitutions. And, oh yeah, we didn’t find any bands named Water, so you’ll have to make do with no beverages—we’re saving those for another show. Tuck in to our savory meal and listen.
Songs About Satellites Part 2. William is alone in the capsule for this tight hour-long orbit. Featuring an entire block of songs about Soviet Satellites (and space dogs). Listen.
Hooray. An hour of some of the most depressing songs of all time. This show owes a huge debt to This Will End in Tears, by Adam Brent Houghtaling. Thanks, Adam! For the sorrow and misery. We were so eager to share with the rest of the world. Sniff. Listen and weep.
Adam, don’t worry, this isn’t completely derivative—we found at least one sad bastard you may have overlooked.
Why “Somebody’s Watching Me” by “Rockwell” is the most 80s song of all time (or at least the most 80s song of the 80s)
1. One-hit wonder in a big way. What happened to Rockwell?
2. One-name wonder. Like Sting, Slash, Prince, and Madonna.
3. It’s paranoid.
4. Half-assed rapping integrated into a pop song in the manner of Blondie’s “Rapture” or Murray Head’s “One Night in Bangkok.”
5. Michael Jackson sings on it. The still-black Michael Jackson.
6. It appears in the pilot of Miami Vice.
7. Synthesizers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YvAYIJSSZY