Let’s face it, we’re going to be hearing tracks from The Bug Club for a couple months, since I keep finding gems strewn loosely about their most recent album. Lots of listeners checked in for this show, my apologies to those that checked out during the elevator hellride at the beginning of the show. Technical issues, we’re working on them.
I have no doubt Jeff Rosenstock knows where to get the best pizza in town.
Enter Tommy Guerrero’s world of light breeze and perfect t-shirt weather.
It's American Thanksgiving time, and there is nothing quite like food in the house.
I believe this is the first time we’ve hit four exclamation marks for a playlist’s name, courtesy of Australia’s Psychedelic Porn Crumpets and their very doge-titled track. Elsewhere tonight, a special themed segment that attests to the powers of random selection!
Cheekface takes nothing seriously, not even my undying love for their questionable attitude.
I don’t care how many times I have to cut and paste Snõõper’s name to preserve those weird accents, they’re worth it.
Firing things up near the top of tonight’s Mixtape are The Hives and the precision attack of “Rigor Mortis Radio,” from their recent return to affairs of sound. Also, what do you know… another fine Fugazi cover to open tonight’s mixtape, this one the chromatic riffing of “Merchandise” as interpreted by Sounds Of Swami. Elsewhere tonight, a shout-out to Chuck Dinkins for introducing me to Tupelo Chain Sex.
For whatever reason, not that I’m complaining, listening to the Allah-Las always makes me want to light incense.
All hail the mighty kraken — it’s about time some brave band took up the Squid name for themselves.
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