We are pleased to announce that U.S. Congress has decided to coincide their 2009 4th of July celebrations with this week’s edition of The Waiting Room.

To honour this historic agreement we are going to sit down & have a nice cup of tea.

We’re also giving you this week’s playlist in advance:

• Jordaan Mason & The Horse Museum – The Wrong Parts (w/Vivian Sisters)
• stellarstarr* – Move On
• Idlewild – Readers & Writers
• Winter Gloves – I Can’t Tell You
• Revolver – Balulalow
• The Avett Brothers – I & Love & You
• Nouvelle Vague – Road To Nowhere (Talking Heads cover)
• Snowglobe – Nothing I Can Do
• The Working Title – Arms & Thighs
• Pick A Piper – Rooms
• Petracovich – Heaven
• Sophie Hunger - Shape
• Chris Garneau – Raw & Awake
• Let’s Wrestle – I Won’t Lie To You
• Those Darlins – Hung Up On Me
• The Fiery Furnaces – I’m Going Away
• Modest Mouse – Autumn Bed
• Múm - Kay-Ray-Ku-Ku-Ko-Kex
• Little Glitches – Cold Day
• The Wind Whistles – The Sun
• Palpitation – I’m Happy Now
• Mannequin Men – Never Lived By Myself
• Roman Candle – Eden Was A Garden
• Lord Cut-Glass – Look After Your Wife
• Skint & Demoralised – This Song Is Definitely About You

En, as we sometimes say, joy.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Rage.  Albeit White Aspirational Middle Class rage.  Rage allthesame.

This week Glenn Beck & Nancy Grace take you, the listening few, through the 4 levels of stifled anger:

1) She fancies him more than me

2) Cyclists in rush hour

3) Piss dance

4) Christian Bale

To help sooth those pulsing veins the following muscial treats have been laid on in order to pillow-hug your ears:

Math The Band, New Numbers, Cancel The Astronauts, Manson Family Picnic, Bombadil, The Builders & The Butchers, Meursault (USA), The Brian Jacket Letdown, Anni b Sweet, Jordaan Mason & The Horse Museum, LondonBlackMarket, One Hundred Hurricanes, Alexi Murdoch, CoCoRosie, Liz Isenberg, Revolver, The Most Serene Republic, The Wind Whistles + more.

Q-tips at the ready…

½DC + TWoTH

p.s. the podcast mp3 is tagged incorrectly; where it should read “270609″, it reads “200709″. Nope, we’re not sure how that happened either.

What, as ‘they’ say, Ho!

About a month ago ½DC + TWoTH trundled over to Bristol, England, for the weekend to see live & interview Dan Michaelson (of The Coastguards + Absentee). We set ourselves up in a swanky river facing hotel, spent the afternoon boozing it up on the deck of the Thekla ship venue, before catching up with a very tour-knackered Dan to knock off said interview for t’show.

Unfortunately, as is always the case, the choice of inteview location yadda yadda yadda.  It being too windy outside (+ the deck was full of people chattering at that point) we opted for the hull of the ship (i.e. the venue for the gig itself).  Unfortunately, the bar staff decided to try out the PA by blasting odd sea shanties, Irish ditties & bombastic/cheesy orchestra pop from the ’70s.

Sound bleed much?  Jesus.

We knew it was loud, but only realised how loud when we came to edit the thing.

Apologies, immediatley, then, to Dan — we did discuss trying to find somewhere quieter, but there really wasn’t anywhere we could go — & to you, the listening few, for some of the sound clips are ropey to say the very bloody, & you might struggle to recognise the quality.

Nonetheless, it is a very good interview; Dan is a thoroughly nice bloke, witty, self-effacing & very dry.

There is, also, the slight matter of a competition to win a hand printed/numbered/signed limited edition 7″ vinyl copy of Dan Michaelson & The Coastguards‘ song Bust. So, answer us this, kids:

Dan Michaelson’s band is called The Coastguards; if you were being rescused by the real life Coastgguard what substance would you be in?

Send your answers to (minus the parentheses & spaces): competition (@) TWRHQ.com & we’ll read out the winner in a couple of weeks.

+ if you go here you can watch the brilliant video for said brilliant song Bust.

That be it, then, for now.  Except, put some seat belts on your ears, people; we’s are going to take them for a hell of a ride.

x ½DC + TWoTH

p.s. Apologies for the lateness of posting this one (isn’t there a pattern forming here?) but Friday saw ½DC entertaining the brilliance that is Celebrity Chimp in Cardiff for the day evening/following morning & afternoon.  Following an excellent session the gang, augmented by TWoTH AND Mr. Fisk headed to a local arts centre & then to a rather nice pub, where they conducted one of the maddest interviews TWR has been involved with yet.  Following that, whiskey flowed, Fisk had us in fits, TWoTH passed out from over-consumption, & a truly fantastic time was had by all. I’m not even going to mention the 18yo girls from South Africa (yet)…

This insanity, + the session, will be aired in about 4weeks time.  Tune in, it’s seriously not to be missed

Hello You.

½DC here.  Breathing. Alive. & still a dreadful pain in the ass.

This week’s show, which makes no mention wse of the American field bug-related sucker punch, is an effing corker.  Musically it = *phew*.  Conversationally, well, erm, *meh*. But, musically…

• The Boggs (new LP track)
• Linfinity (new EP track)
• Martin Carr (ex Boo Radley’s, new LP track)
• The Extraordinaires (new LP track)
• Dangermouse & Sparklehorse (ft. Gruff Rhys from SFA) (new LP track)
• Deer Tick (new LP track)
• Slow Club (new LP track)
• Patrick Watson (new LP Track)

+ many of the small coastal village of more.

Tissues, we believe, ladies & gentlemen, are in order.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Hello everyone, TWoTH here.

I’m writing this week’s post because DC is really quite ill at the moment.  This will also explain why everything (Facebook/Myspace/TWRHQ/WOXY/Twitter) hasn’t been updated with news of this week’s coming show. This is a long story, so go for a wee before we begin…

Here’s the background:  DC recentlty spent some time in Virginia USA, mostly being a spy in some fields & woodlands.  It seems, despite checking his nooks & fat folds everytime he showered, a tick secreted itself into DC’s belly button.

Last week, before he discovered the tick, he was quite sick for a day or two but he attributed it to eating something bad the evening before.  Then, last Tuesday, DC was advised that 2 of his proper job colleagues had both come down with something rather worrying: one had a serious muscle cramping, a pounding headache & constant drowsiness & fatigue.  The other was covered in a series of rashes from head to toe & felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Both went to see their doctor (one in the US, one in Wales) & were both diagnosed with having contracted Lyme Disease from tick bites.

That very same evening, whilst showering, DC felt his belly button itch & upon examining what he thought was a mole that had appeared from nowhere realised he had a female tick embedded in his belly button.  Disgustingly he made me watch him remove it with tweezers, but I have to say I am amazed he did it because he is so squeamish with fiddly things especially anything to do with his bellybutton.  The gay.

Unfortunately, even though he knew what he was doing, he cracked the tick’s shell/body, which apprently is quite a bad thing to do because of all the gunk & bacteria it carries.  The following day he went to see his Doctor who had to telephone the tropical disease hotline (there’s a tropical disease hotline!) because she knew nothing about the condition.  She was told he sounds like he doesn’t have any symptoms so just treat the now festering bite wound (it was/is grim looking), but should any symptoms occur within 5 days to call immediately.

Tuesday evening, against the Doctor’s advice to rest, DC went to see the visiting Edinburgh band Jesus H. Foxx play live & also met up with & played host to Adam, one half of the Arizona-based duo The Smiles & Frowns, & his lovely wife Misty.  That evening also involved a final recording session for this week’s show with returning studio guest Lloyd Robson & a meeting with Mr. Nick Fisk. The evening ended at 5.30am Wednesday morning (I’d gone to bed way before that), 3hrs before DC was supposed to arrive at Offshore Recording Studios to record a session + interview with Jesus H. Foxx.

Naturally DC slept in, was an hour & a half late, but got through the session & the interview, accompanied JHF around Cardiff all day, met up with Adam & Misty, as well as Fisk, before attending the Holly Golightly gig that evening.  When he got back to DCHQ whatever it is that’s lurking in his system hit him. Hard. Very hard. He’s been waylayed/bed-bummed/pooped ever since.  Which brings us back to me, TWoTH, writing this.

This week’s show sees the return of Mr. Lloyd Robson (back by popular demand, no less), 2hrs of ridiculous jibber jabber, an excellent playlist, & a dis/re-appearing co-host.  Intrigued?  Like the rusty old man says you know what to do…

x TWoTH

(playlist here)

On this week’s nonsense-o-gram from across the ocean we are very pleased to bring to you a fantastic session from the equally & moreso fantastic Sons Of Noel & Adrian. They are part of the Brighton, England, Willkommen Collective, which includes such sonic excellence as The Miserable Rich & The Leisure Society.

Sons Of Noel & Adrian popped into the TWR-partnered recording studios (Offshore Music) here in Cardiff & effortlessly knocked out 3 brilliant tracks; the results are quite superb. The accompanying interview, however, was conducted just after midnight, post-gig, with a rather inebriated ½DC in charge of the questions. Ramble much?

Sons Of Noel & Adrian ignored the wobbly nature of your host & were extremely charming & fun/funny. We had a right laugh, so we did.

We also included a handful of tracks from other Willkommen Collective bands/artists, as well as a healthy dose of new music from the likes of

• Cutaways
• The Toy Band
• The Working Title
• Tim & Sam’s Tim & The Sam Band w/Tim & Sam
• Foreign Born
• Linfinity
• The Lovely Eggs

So, you know, be pleasantly surprised by stuff you’d normally never know about or listen to during your average waking hour.

½DC + TWoTH

iya.

This week’s clattering ridiculum includes, as you might have gathered from the above promo eye candy, a very special (some say ‘as in olympics’, some say ‘as in D.A.R.Y.L.‘) guest in the DCHQ studio in the shape & form of one Mr. Lloyd Robson.  Who hell he?  Well, he hell who is a rather respected Welsh poet, novelist, journalist, photograffiti artist & general bon vivant on the media/literary/arts scene.

He’s recently published (via Parthian) the excellent (& this isn’t bias because we know him quite well, it truly is thoroughly excellent) gonzo-style journal/autobiographical trawl through the pre-Hollywood history of Robert Mitchum, entitled Oh Dad! A Search for Robert Mitchum.

The book, via interludes with the writer’s own self discovery, recounts Mitchum’s early years as a child prodigy / poet, boxcar hobo, member & escapee of a chaingang, early acting roles, the many, many women, the drugs, the arrests, the booze, &, of course, the man.  A cracking read, especially if you like very detailed drug-fuelled accounts of sex with strangers picked up in bars.

For those of you interested in learning more about the sex stuff &, of course, Mitchum’s early life, splattered with Lloyd’s descent into method-writing/copius amounts of boozing, sexing, drugging his way across the Eastern Seaboard of the USof, you can purchase Oh Dad! A Search for Robert Mitchum here (USA) or here (UK) or direct from Lloyd himself (here).

As well as suffering verbal abuse from ½DC, Lloyd selected 6 of his very favourite all time desert island-style tracks for the now common sextet, what are:

• Robert Mitchum – Gotta Travel On
• The Walker Brothers – Make It Easy On Yourself
• Tim Buckley – Honey Man (Live)
• The Ink Spots – Do I Worry
• The Dells – I Can Sing A Rainbow/Love Is Blue
• Watershed – Nothing Moves Gently

Apart from that fine collection you will also get the pleasure of massaging your internal ear canals with the likes of Lacrosse, Casper & The Cookies, Alexi Murdoch, The Ghost Is Dancing, Hands & Knees, Brakes Brakes Brakes, The Shortwave Set, Green Go & the now custom many, many more.

In all, this week’s show is a riot of pleasure designed (in an accidental, “let’s see how it goes” way) for your cerebral hemisphere.

So, you know, do what it is you know what to do, then.

½DC + TWoTH

Hello You.

Apologies for the delay in posting this one - I’m currently ensconced in Fredericksburg, VA & the internet connection at the (ahem) Quality Inn, where I am parking my arse for the next week or so, is, in a word, shite. It’s taken me 3 days to upload this week’s show (not to mention transferring next week’s brilliant show to WOXY, which includes a proper proper guest in the studio taking flak from our verbal nonsense). Still, it is genuinely worth the damn bastard wait.

This week’s delirium, however, includes an interview with the mesmerizing Trembling Bells + a truly brilliant interview with David & Franic from The Wave Pictures; & when I say brilliant I truly mean that - my Christ do they give ‘good interview’.

There’s a smattering of new tracks dotted hither & thithe’ amongst their tracks & the spoken word.

Everything else, of course, remains as per.

Tuck in, then, eh?

½DC + TWoTH

Hello You.

This week’s show sees us recounting our very recent sojourn to the Fence Collective’s Homegame 6 alt.folk Festival in Anstruther, Fife, via a series of interviews & sessions captured on the hoof & in between our gallant quaffing of vast amounts of alcohol & boxes of famous fush n’ chups.

Be jaysus, did our legs/feet hurt by the end of the weekend - we stood, walked, ran, stood, stood more, squatted, stood again, walked, walked, & etc. from the moment we got there to the moment we returned.  We now know the streets of Anstruther far better than I think we, as a visiting weekender, really should.

The quality in a couple of the interviews is a bit iffy, but that’s generally down to the sudden burst of background noise (in pubs or outside venues) from festival punters, genuine tourists & locals alike.  That, however, is what we wanted - a rough & ready summation of our time there; giving you the ambient experience rather than a clinical bell jar report.

In between the interviews is a smattering of sessions & recorded tracks from other bands/artists who performed at the festival; we would have liked to include everyone we saw play live (as well as interview so many other bands/artists/the organisers of Homegame/etc. &c) but that would have been a 4hr show at least… next year (for this was our first Homegame) we’ll judge & structure the whole thing better.

Until then, enjoy what’s on offer because it is quite excellent.

Addendum: the wonderful Mr. Toad has posted the excellent, albethey alcohol drenched, Meursault sessions on video over on his musi-blog here.  Go watch them, + a rather knackered TWoTH (she’s sitting in the corner, to the right of the action but to the actual left of Neil Meursault), NOW - for they is rather good.  If drunk.

Bit of Admin:

We must sincerely thank Mr. (& Mrs) Toad of Song, by Toad for allowing us to kip in the spare room at Toad Hall before & after the trip North, & for letting us use his rather nifty recording equipment; Andy from the Off The Beaten Tracks music project for allowing us to piggyback the Slow Club session (at the end of the pier) that he & Toad had set up; + Dylan from Blueback Hotrod, who (apart from invaluable introductions to bands & artists) kept our spirits up with a variety of accidental madness (forgetting his camera battery charger then said battery running out start of the second day), alcohol induced madness (losing his sleeping place to some random after a party & wandering the town of Anstruther all night/morning until he fell asleep on the beach - waking up with a shocking red facial sunburn), & purposeful madness (Baby Fence).  Thank you all for helping us lose our Homegame cherry.

Also, huge thanks to all the bands who participated & put up with our intrusive microphone & sometimes over earnest questioning:  Charles & Rebecca of Slow Club, Gerry & Andy of The Phantom Band (as well as their lovely manager Stephen who set it up for us), & Diana from Candythief (who was quite barking mad, but in that delicious way that only the small few amongst us can be).

Next week ½DC is off to the USA for 10 days (Virginia, to be precise, should you wish to meet up for a drink or many), so apologies in advance for the inevitable delays in the missives spurting out of DCHQ.

Tune in, then, you, tomorrow.  Usual time, usual place, usual blather. But with added Scottish excellence.

You know what to do.

½DC + TWoTH

A few months back ½DC + TWoTH bussed up to Birmingham, England to interview 2 of TWR’s very favourite Swedish(-based) lady singer/songwriters: Ane Brun & Jennie Abrahamson.

Both interviews were carried out in not exactly perfect conditions — as soon as the record button was pressed the air conditioning system kicked in, producing this low, moaning background hum, & the off switch was elusive to even the venue owners.

Here we go again…

Then, be-Jaysus, the soundcheck started. Not satisfied with simply cranking up the guitars, keys & harmonies at inopportune moments, but the sound-techs then PA’d Phil Collins (of all people) - at deafening levels - to set the spacial mix for the support acts’ drums. Yes, that’s right. In the Air Tonight.

Still, editing nightmare aside, both are very enlightening, informative & giggly chats.

Of course, there’s the small matter of a rather wonderful competition to win signd copies of both Ane’s & Jennie’s latest albums + a grab bag of other goodies that we’ll throw in… ‘cited yet?

Question:

At which Birmingham venue did ½DC interview Ane & Jennie?

Answers to competition (@) twrhq.com — the winner will be drawn from a hat in a later show.

Finally, we thoroughly recommend you go & watch Ane’s stunning b&w video for Don’t Leave — something Ane & DC discussed in detail during ther interview (but didn’t make the cut). Look out for the recurring motif & symmetry. Quite lovely.

The remainder of the show is much as we left it last week: shabby, rambling, incoherent, & yet, shoe-horned into the jibber/jabber, there appears a steady stream of musical brilliance. The full tracklisting, for your brain to digest via your eyes, is here.

So, you know, you know what to do.

On your marks…

½DC + TWoTH

p.s.

We’re busily editing all the recently gathered material from the Homegame festival + a brace of interviews with the likes of Slow Club (+ an end of the pier session), The Phantom Band (+ a remarkable live set), & Candythief (+ a commissioned session), The Wave Pictures, Trembling Bells, & Sons Of Noel & Adrian (+ a remarkable session).

Also in the pipeline are interviews lined up with Dan Michaelson & The Coastguards (+ session), Andrew Bird & Clem Snide (+ session), as well as a very special shhh! secret squirrel session & interview that we’re doing in conjunction with the powers that be over at WOXY - more on that as things develop…

In short, you are going to get spoiled rotten.

Bless our wiggling toes; this week’s offal appears to have been a fairly well received show…

Not only did we get a fair few tweets, facebook / myspace messages & emails, but we also received a few phone calls & SMS messages, from a handful of folk we know, congratulating us on the outing.  Mad.  We’re not entirely sure what the winning formula was this week (as far as we can tell the thing included the usual excellent musi-choices, but with substantially less banter from your convivials — perhaps that was it…) but we’ll certainly get some boffins onto it to see if we can’t bottle it & sell it to your ears week on week from here on in.

There was also across the board praise for the promo art for this week’s show — seems a woman in (what appears to be) a wedding dress, holding a gun, guzzling tequila, & slumped in front of a coffin, gets the pink of many a male visitor to these parts rather tickled.

Also, & finally, some of you may have noticed the flag counter situated down towards the bottom of the right hand column yonder; this is a bit of a social experiment to see where in the world the listeners/downloaders/lurkers are coming from.  We have our proper podbean stats, but they don’t look half as pretty as a bunch of flags.

So far, our favourite countries to have visited us (since we put the counter on-site 2 weeks ago) are Columbia, Israel, Ukraine & Brazil.  What in Christ’s name must they think of our blathering on at 100mph?  Says dsomething for the strength of the music, we would say.

Anyhoo, to this week’s delights (podcast is below) & the playlist thereof, what may be located here.

Next week we (finally) have the Ane Brun & Jennie Abrahamson special — so don’t forget to set your alarm clocks (Americans), or have an early lunch (Britisher/Europeans), mmkay?  Mmkay.

Then, then.

½DC + TWoTH

Did you miss us?

Jee-zus, what a lo-ong long weekend that was. Lots of things to take in, discuss & spew out.

Apologies for the utter lack of any form of notice for last Saturday’s show, playlist & subsequent podcast (which is now available below to download).  We had a long week of ‘hunt the wireless/internet’ in both Edinburgh & Anstruther (it is 2009, right?) & eventually gave up on the plan to post & mail whilst on the hoof.

We also discovered (via the numerous tweets & Facebook messages) that our email system went up the spout & people’s missives were bouncing.  Sorry about that.  Technology-fart on the ISP’s end.  All better now, though.

Anyway, the show is finally here for you to re-listen & download, & the playlist for the same is here.

The reason we were all to cock this past week or so was the Fence Collective’s Homegame music festival in Anstruther, Fife.  It was TWR’s first time, but HG’s 6th annual folk fest; & what a bloody marvellous fest it were, too.  We’re quite, quite pooped, but have a LOT of lovely stuff for your ears to take in, such as interviews, sessions & live gigs (we just have to edit the material into a coherent format before it airs - give it a week or so, as there’s hours of recordings to make sense of).

Big cheers to Mr. & Mrs Toad for letting us park our arses at Toad Hall for the couple of days before & after the festival; Toad & I recorded a rather, erm, drunken Toadcast with longtime SbT commentator (& official SbT photographer) Dylan & Meursault’s very lovely Neil.  TWoTH, rather pertinently, went to bed early & kept well away from the shambles. It’s a bit painful to listen to (4 drunk men, mostly shouting, mostly incoherrent, mostly unfunny), but by all means take a butchers if that’s your sort of thing.

Right-o.  Until next week,

½DC + TWoTH

How Do, You.

This week’s show was beset by snuffling illness; both ½DC & TWoTH had succummed to a seasonal flu (although, ½DC only really has a half-baked re-visit from a malaise he battled a few weeks ago, whereas TWoTH is wrestling with the full-blown version for the first time & is audibly more nose & throaty).

Therefore chatter & blather has been kept to a minimum & the music quota is upped somewhat — we wouldn’t want y’all to catch digi-germs now, would we?

Expect, then, amonghst the usual cheek-based chatter, such homeopathic remedies as:

• Micachu & The Shapes
• An Horse
• Ice Palace
• Phil & The Osophers
• Blue Roses
• Sons of Noel & Adrian
• Brakes Brakes Brakes (or, ‘Brakes’ to you Americans)
• Tom Williams & The Boat
• Kelli Ali (ex of Sneaker Pimps)

+ the usual many of the more.

A tad of admin:

This weekend saw the TWR team attending the Loose Music Club Easter All-Dayer @ Buffalo Bar, Cardiff (we interviewed The Wave Pictures & it were veh good, but somehow we lost Planet Earth in the haze of the aftergig thumpy thumpy ‘house’ disco &, inevitably, alcohol).  Said interview will be broadcast in a few weeks.

This evening (Monday) we’re back to the Buffalo to interview & watch the superb psych-folk-opera warblers Trembling Bells.  Our friend Anthony Reynolds (formerly of Jack & Jacques) is over from Spain & is attending thegig also, as TB are friends with Cardiff’s Charlotte Greig who, in turn, is friends with Anthony.  We have a feeling tonight will be rather, erm, drunkard.

On Wednesday we’re off to Edinburgh to meet up with Mr. Toad & his cohorts before we head to the Fence Collective’s annual Homegame Festival in Anstruther, Fife — where we’ll be grabbing The Phantom Band for a chat (& hopefully a session), as well as a good handful of others playing over the 3 days.

The results of all our endeavours will be aired over the coming weeks of May.

A lot on, then, aye.  Let’s hope the podcast of this week’s nonsense’ll keep you company in our absence.

Cheers,

½DC + TWoTH

Greetings WOXY-lings.

As you all know by now this week’sTWR was taken over by the very fine The Kazoo Funk Orchestra, a beat combo from Scotlandland (with hithers & thithers scattered in faraway lands such as Canadia).

With minimum interruption from your usual convivials, ½DC + TWoTH, the delightfully silly show spat out darling introductions, specially recorded TWR songs, + a delightfully eccentric playlist, all hand-crafted & picked by members of The Kazoo Funk Orchestra (i.e. Big Beard, Little Beard, Boyce, Smalls, Part-Time Dave, Mechanical & Herbal).

Amongst the organised chaos ye shall hear:

Architecture In Helsinki — Box Club — Vic Chestnut — Screamin’ Jay Hawkins — The Broken Family Band — The Mad Conductor — Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band — The Presidents of The United States of America — Martin Stephenson — Tragic O’Hara — The Sweet Serenades — Dr. Dog — Barry Louis Polisar — Dan Deacon — Bill Haley

+ many, many, many The Kazoo Funk Orchestra originals culled, by them, from their 3 excellently idiosyncratic albums thus far.

In the middle of it all is ½DC + TWoTH fannying about, as usual, but this time reaching giddying cringe-worthy heights with an ill-advised Star Trek/Sci-Fi skit based on terrible accents, extraordinarily subtle jokery (there are 5 of the most stealth-like Star Trek gags that you’ll ever miss - a prize to anyone who can name them all), & sound effects nicked from the interweb.

So, what’re you waiting for?  Boldly go, people; boldly go…

½DC + TWoTH

Hello You - TWoTH here.

Apologies for the slight posting delay - ½DC’s been called away by ‘proper job’ & so is currently away from the DCHQ studio for the next few days.  Therefore, I’m in charge while he’s away.

On this week’s show we had delights such as:

Elizabeth & The Catapult

Elvis Perkins

Steso Songs

Hungry Kids of Hungary

Electones

Marching Band

Speedmarket Avenue

Super Furry Animals

Portico

Draw Me Stories

Miniature Tigers

Birdlips

Miss Emily Brown

& many, as he says, more…

Next week we hand over the show to The Kazoo Funk Orchestra, who won our Theme Tune competition back last year & their prize was to hijack one of our shows.  My, my, & my: hijack they most certainly have.  Expect brilliant, sublime, mad & just plain old odd selections of music chosen, & introduced, by the band members themsel.

We went a little bit overboard with the ‘parallel dimension/space’ theme the KFO & recorded a very, very self-indulgent in-jokey thing basd on Star Trek: The Next Generation.  Thankfuly, DC has seen sense & plans to edit the skit/gag/pastiche beginning of the show very heavily indeed - mainly so he doesn’t get all embarrassed in fron of the WOXY listenership.

Anyway, enough about next week - there’s still this’ to get through.

You know what to do.

TWoTH+ ½DC (in absentia)

Hello You.

Just like it do say up above, due to WOXY decamping to SXSW for the week (the jammy bastards), + a couple of other reasons we’ve already flogged to death by way of an excuse, this week on WOXY you heard a repeat of over very first ever show on WOXY.

To compensate for the lack of ‘newness’ in that fraudcast, ½DC + TWoTH took it upon themselves to record a special one off non-WOXY podcast for you, The Listening Few, to enjoy.

Said podcast, brimming with ridiculum from the mouths of your de facto idiot hosts, contains a basketful of new songs by bands/artists along the very lines of:

Great Northern — Elf Power — Squirrelhouse — Casiokids — The Answering Machine — Pree — Kill It Kid — Portico — Mimicking Birds — The Guggenheim Grotto — Southeast Engine — Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears — The Tiny — The Leisure Society + a SXSW-style goodie bag of many more.

Although, they barely mention the smug-fest that is SXSW.

Tuck in, then.

½DC + TWoTH

Evening Kiddos.

We were a bit late this week with the mailout due to

(a) the number of quality gigs we’ve attended Thursday through Saturday (i.e. the late nights/early mornings have taken their toll on  our administrative capabilities), (b) we had been beavering away pre-recording  two shows (this week & next week’s - Saturday 21st), & (c) the resulting  techie cafuffle next week’s TWR caused.  We’ll come onto this  week’s outing in a moment.

Because WOXY were upping sticks to Austin to SXSW for the week we had a deadline  of last Friday (the 13th, Ladies & Gentlemen of the slowly cottoning on few)  to deliver next week’s show — basically, they were pre-loading all the output  onto a transportable hard drive ready for automated broadcast & we had a  small window in which to deliver.

The original idea was to repeat an earlier  show — something we didn’t want to have happen this early on into our tenure.   So, sleep becoming a distant memory, we recorded two shows back to back  containing the usual excellent musi-choices + the dubious opinion &,  ahem, humour.

This week’s show was edited, tweaked &  transferred to WOXY towers with no problems at all;  unfortunately next week’s show has had to  be forcibly canned — not because of any humanoid reason (well, ok, let’s not  rule it out: ½DC was involved & his track record is flakey  to say the least), but because of an unfathomable computer “glitch”.  The show  itself recorded perfectly & the format transfer went without a hitch.  We then loaded it, on Thursday evening (GMT), for transfer to WOXY & trotted off on a night out of live music.

The following day, Friday (the 13th, remember  this now), we checked in with Mike at WOXY to be sure he’d received said show file.  In a short sentence: no, he hadn’t.   Double checking the upload we discovered the file had become corrupted - the  file had transferred (we could playback remotely) but all that was on it was 2hrs of data screaming noise.

Not a problem, we thunk, simply delete &  re-transfer from the raw data backup.  Upon loading the raw data for playback pre-re-transfer we discovered the exact same thing: 2hrs of screaching, ZX  Spectrum style data transfer noise.  Yoinks.  Which, to say the very, is an understatement.

After a few frantic emails it was decided starting from scratch & re-recording the whole show again (+ the fact  that the WOXY crew were on a very tight timeline for  constructing & transferring the autoplaylist onto the external hard drive) just wasn’t worth the effort.  A repeat, then, for next Saturday 21st  March (@ the usual time - although the UK is an hour earlier  because of the recent DST change in the States) it will be.  Swear wordingly frustrating but necessary.

Still, what this DOES mean is…

(1) next week, along with the re-repeat show on Saturday & Sunday, we will be posting an entirely new/different exclusive podcast only show on this, here, our podcast site.

(2) That podcast will not air on WOXY.

(3) The show that was meant to be aired next week will also be re-recorded, albeit with some changes in the playlist content & running order, & it will air on 28th March.

Apologies are due to ALL THE BANDS WE PROMISED AIRPLAY NEXT WEEK.  You will get on air, just a week later.

So, then, to this week’s show:

½DC’s insistence that there’s a Monty Python quote applicable to any situation comes to the fore, but quickly descends into poorly disguised filth. There’s a very tenuous seafaring theme running throughout - mainly due to the excellent new album Saltwater, by Dan Michaelson & The Coastguards, what has been on repeat play here at DCHQ - & TWoTH finally seems to have her giggles well under control.  Which is more than can be said for her unruly tits.

Musically, then, you can expect :

Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers —The Tallest Man on Earth —The Phantom Band — Trembling Bells — Two White Horses —Dan  Michaelson & The Coastguards — Bosque Brown — Action Painters — Thomas Tantrum — Hesta Prynn — Trembling Bells — Lightning Love — Bosque Brown + the usual non-filler many more…

Tuck in, then, you.

Pip Pip.

½DC + TWoTH

Hello you lot.

Time, so it is, for The Waiting Room to do number 2 on WOXY & you, The Listening Few, are invited to listen to our clattering music-based strains.

This week’s show preparation has been slightly overshadowed (ha! understate much?) by a complete technological meltdown at DCHQ — last Sunday, whilst ½DC was piddling about with the sequencing for this Saturday’s outing, the thing just upped & died.  Like, forever. Panic? Shit, yes.

It would appear that, after two years of almost constant use, preparing, playlisting & broadcasting TWR live + editing pre-records, often in marathon 12hour sessions, the motherboard melted.  The autopsy revealed that the processor had overheated to such a degree that the entire internal organs had simply wilted & ceased to be.  What, you may ask, despite the aforementioned constant employment, had contributed to the processor acting in this way?  Simple: the DCHQ cats & nicotine.  Yes.  Nicotine.

Seems that the almost chain-smoking frenzied environment of the studio had left a thick residue of the cancer jam all over the internal fan &, along with the standard build up of heat-generated / attracted dust-come electro-fluff, the long hairs of the resident cats had wound their way into the motor, stuck, jammed & strangled the cooling fan.  It was, therefore, only a matter of time before the lack of cooling wafts translated into a complete burn out.  Therefore, all the important bits were prematurely cremated.

Thankfully, mercifully, an über tech bod from a local computer store, where ½DC originally had the system built, was miraculously able to data extract from the 100% deceased HD.  17 freaking hours it took to extract 17.5GB of very, very important data — which, at that point, had yet to be backed up.  Yes, we do know to back up.  Unfortunately an overworked schedule saw to it that the most recent documents, files, pre-release album mp3 caches, & an extensive e-dress book were not.  Lessons learned in hindsight, kids, cost a blwdy fortune.

Therefore, armed with a brand spanking newly built (that cost THE EARTH) server/tower & back up 750GB external HD, ½DC has been able to recreate this Saturday’s clatter-a-thon from scratch. It only took 2 days to set up all the audio/recording/mixing software + 1 day/night/early hours of to configure & set the mixing board + various other radio-essentials.  ½DC has been averaging 3hrs sleep per night.  Hallucinations have become commonplace. TWoTH still needs to take 5 in order to remember who the hell he is & why she shouldn’t be calling the po-lice on his trespassing arse.

Anyway/hoo, to the show: the usual blind alley chatter is intact (despite sleep deprived tongues), as is the overall feeling of flailing chaos management + the delightfully eclectic musical selections what you are here for in the very first place.  You can expect to have your ears sexed up by the likes of:

Francis / Drink Up Buttercup / Sin Fang Bous / Dark Dark Dark / Auld Lang Syne /The Leisure Society / Say Hi / Fanfarlo / The Shortwave Set / Pree / Broken Records/ Sexy Kids / The Decemberists / The Smiles & Frowns / Ane Brun / Prince Edward Island/ Jennie Abrahamson / Pelle Carlberg / Casiotone for the Painfully alone + the usual miscreants we like to dog ear as the very many more…

A stupendous selection, I’m sure you’ll agree, from start to finish.

Bit of genuine admin: due to the US timezone farting about with Daylight Saving (as will the UK at the end of the month) next week’s show (& the remaining shows for March) will air as follows:

8am ET / 12Midday GMT

4pm ET / 8pm GMT

The UK catches up on 29th March when we become British Summer Time (BST).

Until next week, then: en-fecking-joy.

½DC + TWoTH

Here, then, we are & welcome, you, to the inaugural Podcast of the inaugural The Waiting Room on WOXY.

We had a ripe old time getting the damn thing ready for air (a very odd technology gremlin screwed up a part of the initial chatter section & it took an 11th hour editing frenzy across the ocean at stupid o’clock Saturday AM to save the day), but, on the morning of Saturday 28th February 2009, @ 8am ET,  WOXY, all hooked up to gas + air & suitably dilated, gave birth to a healthy, bouncing baby show.

Come, then, you, & hear the nurse’s smack & the subsequent screams of:

Celebrity Chimp, The Decemberists (NEW ALBUM Exclusive), Casiotone For The Painfully Alone, DM Stith, Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers, Favours For Sailors, The Frontier Brothers, Friska Viljor, Lonely Drifter Karen, The Phantom Band, Oh Land, Uzi & Ari, The Dark Water Hymnal, Mild Winter, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour + the always punctual many more…

Next week, apart from some more excellent musi-choices, ½DC + TWoTH will discuss a recent sojourn to Birmingham (England), the Carling/O2 Academy to be precise, where they were blown away by stunning performances from Ane Brun, (TWR darling) Jennie Abrahamson & Rebekka Karijord (+Rachel Davies, on bkng vox).  Interviews, (albethey delightfully chaotic & non-sequitur, as one would expect from your host), with Ane & Jennie shall be broadcast in a dedicated show sometime in April.

Until then, then, coo & cluck at will.

½DC + TWoTH

Now then, now then, now then.

It is with terribly fine heart + a substantial giddy glee that one half of Drunk Country & The Woman of The House are able to announce that your clattering mouth-sprung portal for noise, i.e. The Waiting Room, will, as of Saturday 28th February, be taking over the breakfast slot, between 8am - 10am ET (1pm - 3pm GMT), at our new home: WOXY. No, it’s not a mistake.

As well as the Saturday Morning show, TWR will be repeated every Sunday Afternoon between 4pm - 6pm ET (9pm - 11pm GMT). Again, not a mistake.

These past few months, ½DC & WOXY have been ironing out a handshake that suits them both &, now, suits that handshake both them does. You, The Listening Few, will be pleased to hear that very little will change in terms of program content, chatter, clatter & chaos. We will have to watch our blasphemin’ & a-cussin’ because not only are we broadcasting on the net, but we is broadcasting via Public HD Radio too - 91.7 WVXU Cincinnati.

For those who don’t know nothing, Cincinnati-based WOXY has a seriously impressive 25yr+ independent broadcasting pedigree, an almost obsessive domestic + worldwide listener-base, & a thirst for (new/innovative/explorative) music not seen this side of the release of PJ Harvey’s Dry. Somehow, & we’ll defer explanation to someone more qualified, TWR has found itself part of this behemoth.

As you may imagine, & given the enormity of the honour bestowed, we’re a bit ecstatic & daunted all at the same time. Still, the words made match Heaven in say the same thing no matter how you order them.

We must say thank a big you to Matthew over at Song, by Toad for allowing us to simul-cast on his site, every Wednesday, for the last few months (although, these past few weeks seem to have run to a timetable all of their own).

Many thanks to all of you, you who stayed with us during the ‘independent’ podcast period. Your support & enthusiasm for this suspect nonsense meant/means a whole dollop of a lot to us & it helped keep us focussed on why we do this week on week - the cocking music. Even when the outside commitments, influence & pressure threatened to take away its legs, your general thumbs up was sometimes the very reason we made the effort & did “just one more”.

This week’s show (18th February 2008) has been cancelled due to a handful of lame excuses; ½DC has been struck lame by a dreaded man cold, which, as of today, has blossomed into a full blown “Tend to me Woman, I am ill”. Therefore, while the show has been recorded it has not been sequenced & edited. Given the timescale between now & the delivery deadline of the premiere show (+ TWR’s last hurrah as an indpendent podcaster: Drunk Covers X - The Beatles 3hr Special available Wednesday 25th February) it looks unlikely this will happen any time soon. Therefore, it will be archived until a future date - perhaps as a bonus podcast.

Anyway & all that.  That’s about all the news we have. Obviously, given the new time slot, unless you’re only then crawling in from the Friday night before, there’ll be no more of us tucking you in; you’re going to have to cope with all of that on your own from now on.  We’re sure you’ll manage. Us?  Hell. Seems like we’re part of the future of rock and roll.

Run, Forest, run.

x½DC + TWoTH + the TWR Team

Final bit of admin: below is the 1st out of 4 audio virals we have running on WOXY (there’s handful more scattered around the other pages); they were written & performed by The Kazoo Funk Orchestra, & were cut&paste from the second theme tune KFO recorded as part of their Write A New Theme Tune, Win A Whole Show competition show that they’ve recently delivered into ½DC’s inbox. Genius it is too.  That show will air, on WOXY in early April. In the meantime, enjoy.

Hello sunshine.

Well, as you’re already aware, here is this week’s show — a little late in posting (& a little short on wordage, until now some 4 days later) due to some developments (& developmental work) re: our soon to be new radio station home. Apart from sorting out the playlist & whatnot for the last show ½DC has been getting this site ready for TWR’s premiere (lookit all the lovely new graphics & links, kids) AND sorting out all the prep work ready for said premiere.

Bear with us while we get ready, things may go a little wonky for the next few weeks but it’s all for the good. Soon, is the watchword; along with coming & it’s.

Unfortunately that’s about as much as we can reveal about what’s going on in that department right now but, suffice to say, we is giddy in our knickers over what’s in store for us &, by association, you, The Listening Few.

Until then, then, get stuck into this week’s delirious clatter.

½DC + TWoTH

Mary Mother of Jesus up a pole. The nightmare continues.

This week’s well on time (as in assembled & ready) show was marred only by DCHQ’s onboard navigational equipment. During the process of uploading the podfile to this here podpage the hard drive of the studio computer had a fit & went to sleep. Then it wouldn’t wake up. Why won’t you wake up Mr Drive? we sobbed. But he never did say, for he were asleep.

Turns out we’d fragged something pretty major in the configuration some time ago (something to do with ½DC pissing about in the System files & deleting suspected virus strains) & over time/use Mr. Drive slowly grew sleepier & sleepier until he could keep his eyes open no more. Unfortunately that meant the show was stuck fast in the dreams of the comatose Mr. Drive. Boo! Hiss!

T’was only the intervention of a paid for tech-type what saved the day; said paid for tech-type splashed water on Mr. Drive’s face, snapped smelling salts under Mr. Drive’s nose, & planted a smacker on Mr. Drive’s lips (like in Snow White, but hornier). Slowly, but Shirley, Mr. Drive opened one eye, then the other, blinked, yawned (not unlike Bagpuss), stretched & said his first words for almost 60hrs: Windows is in Safe Mode. “Yay!” shrieked the children from the village. A few bowls of TWoTH’s hot broth & a Jeremy Kyle boxset in bed later & Mr. Drive was raring to go. Although, he was very upset he’d missed all the snow.

On which happy note brings us to here — yet another apology laden late posting of another week’s show. I’m beginning to suspect our soon to happen debut on our soon to be announced new radio station will be bum funned by technology before we even breathe an opening on air sigh of relief.

Chase cut towards, then, we present this time around the very likenesses of: Luminescent Orchestrii, A Camp, Symfoniokestern, Rosi Golan, The Welcome Wagon, Clem Snide, Andrew Bird, The Fine Arts Showcase, Meursault, Birdie Busch, Theresa Andersson, Timber Timbre & the extremely pleased to meet you many more.

Shush, now, then; there’s been enough stalling for one episode…

x ½DC + TWoTH

Oops!

What a couple of tech-fart heavy days. Firstly, the show we done prepared/recorded for Wednesday 29th done got killed dead by our glitch-ridden editing software (now retired & replaced) as we were transferring it from one format to another. To compensate & salvage some professional pride we put the show back to Saturday 31st in order to allow room to breathe & re-record the entire thing (essentially a re-record of the pre-record).

Secondly, we took it as a given that the show was all uploaded & ready to air, via an auto-post for 10pm Saturday 31st, so we turned the computer off & took a much needed relax/sleep. Imagine our aghastness, then, when today, late afternoon, Sunday 1st February, we discovered the damn auto-pilot had (again) failed to launch. Buggeration.

This, then, is a re-write of the re-write of the original post for the original show.

The above promo art may give you some clue as to what is included in this week’s outing (albeit via the now expected cryptic variant of direct marketing what we employ); ½DC (not at all) fresh from yet another Stateside jaunt goes into some gobsmacking detail about the continuing (mis-)adventures of his erstwhile American counterpart, Ed, whilst boarding under the same roof for almost 2 weeks. Let’s just say you’re lucky he’s here, alive, presenting the show for you today.

Music, then, comes from the likes of Beirut (new EP track), Andrew Bird (new LP track), Clem Snide (exclusive new LP track), Trembling Bells (exclusive track), Lisa Hannigan, Broken Records, Raise High the Roof Beam, Hari & Aino, The Welcome Wagon, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Operahouse, + the very welcome many, many more.

A veritible ear orgy, wouldn’t you say?

Next week we’ll back to our usual Wednesday broadcast time. Until then, strap it on.

x ½DC + TWoTH

My Fellow Degenerates,

I, one half of Drunk Country, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the position of Resident of The Waiting Room, & will, to the best of my ability, preserve, project & distend the Consternation of the Listening Few. So help me Podbean.

x ½DC

Ten Hut!

This here be an auto-post (so let’s hope Podbean don’t screw it up like the New Year’s post) as one half of Drunk Country is currently away on one of his spy missions to the USof until the 21st January. Not only does this welcome absence afford TWoTH some much needed ‘down time’ away from the giddying ninny, she also has almost 2 weeks of having to only worry about the DCHQ cats dropping half-chewed food on the duvet, leaving suspect puddles on the floor & jumping all over her head at 3am because they can’t sleep & want attention.

This week, then, to entertain the troops while he be away, & by way of a further installment of the Drunk Covers series, one half of + TWoTH do present:

GUILT BY ASSOCIATION VOL. 2

the second album of intriguing & sometimes ingenius cover versions (recorded by a gaggle of well known, & not so known, indie bands & artistes), on the wonderful Engine Room Recordings.

Here’s the deal: ½DC + TWoTH played the entire album & reviewed said covered songs (in their now standard clatter patter style). If that’s not enough to get you juicing at the seam, there’s also a fine selection of additonal cover versions for you to wrap your where-have-I-heard-that-befores around.

Sound good? Course it do. Think of us like the overly friendly parent, what’s been divorced by your other parent, & needs to show how much special love there is in order to secure unsupervised visitation rights. So far, then, so so.

Bit of admin: if you’d like to purchase GBA Vol2 then you may do so digitally by visiting the dreaded iTunes place — or, you could wait a few weeks & purchase the physical release direct via the ERR Musi-store. We recommend you perform the latter as it puts more money in the pockets of both the label & the artists (covered & covering); in turn, this means more money in the coffers for the production of GBD Vol3, which can’t be a bad thing.

That’s about it, then, for this week’s puff & stutter.

Crack on.

½DC + TWoTH

It’s been a strange few days over here at DCHQ. At the beginning of the week a certain US-based radio station sent what can only be described as a compliment-strewn e-beg asking us to join their airwaves, affording us carte blanche on show content & related tomfoolery. Yesterday we received word that this month our TWR podcasts are #1 on the Podbean site for the Radio category (with almost 14,000 listeners tuning in since New Year’s day). Then we discover we have the 4th most listened to Radio podcast on the entire Podbean site, ever*.

This morning we received an email from a promoter asking ½DC to provide some information on the Butthole Surfers‘ first ever overseas gig back in the 1980s. Seems said promoter discovered a comment ½DC left on Song, by Toad a while back mentioning said gig, which had been held in Newport Leisure Centre in Gwent. The information’s for a book that’s being written about the band.

This afternoon we received an email from a Swedish band, who we’ve featured a handful of times on the show, telling us they’ve name-checked us in their latest song. Minutes later we get an email from a Cardiff film crew asking ½DC + TWoTH to take part in a documentary they’re planning on the UK anti-folk scene, with interviews + filming of an episode of TWR being made.

Feck’s going on? When did our nonsense get to be the mutt’s? Madness, we tells you, it’s madness. Christ, if nothing else it’s clearly going to be stupid busy (again) this coming year.

Anyway, enough of this ego-spunking. Tonight, one half of + The Woman of The House & I kick off the year with a wine-soaked show, dragging along for the ride new bands/artistes/exclusive tracks + a brand new theme tune (courtesy a delightfully silly Scottish ensemble - the clue’s on the promo art).

In residence, then: Miss Emily Brown, Miniature Tiger, The Deep Dark Woods, Supercot, Holly Golightly & The Broke Offs, Ruckus Roboticus, Clem Snide, Lily Frost, Lenka, Jukebox The Ghost, Kitty & The Can Openers, Basket of Figs, The Kazoo Funk Orchestra & very many more.

You know what to do.

½DC + TWoTH

*since discovering this, we received the following email from Podbean on 26.01.08:

The Waiting Room wins Podbean Top 5 most popular Radio Podcast for 2008

Congratulations! Your Podcast, The Waiting Room, wins Podbean Top 5 most popular Radio Podcast for 2008. Over 100K Podbean hosted podcasts are reviewed & graded in the nomination process. It is our pleasure to see you win this honor. The Podbean Team

Neat, huh?

Happy New One, You.

What a year in music we have had & what a year in playlists we have been very lucky to present to you & your ears.

Music, music, music. Where would we be without it? Firstly, it would just be ½DC + whomever else gabbling away like turkeys waiting for the inevitable. Secondly, you’d have no idea how to pigeonhole yourself or understand what type of person you really are, deep down, under the office tie, the sensible shoes, the beers in the sports bar on a Friday lunchtime. You know, crumbling away under the knowledge that there’s a real person & a real identity underneath all that automotan ephemera, begging to leap onto the internal post desk & scream I Love Post-Rock Indie Folk, so stop inviting me to the frotting Wetherspoons for a night out with the pissing lads! A service, then, provided, have we. Think of us as the Sears catalogue of hearing aids & accessories.

This show, then, pre-recorded & post-production fiddled in a terrible rush just hours before broadcast. 3hrs+ it do last &, Heavens, should you be one of the lone people in the UK sat in doing fook orl ’cause you don’t believe in public displays of frivolity, (or are in hospital having suffered the un-coolness of a post-Christmas Day showing off joyride smash up), then we will wish the new one in with you at the turning of the year.

If nothing else, we suspect you’ll raise an eyebrow at some of our more, ahem, questionable chat trajectories.

Expect the usual (superb music, mind-numbing mouth nonsense from your co-hostelry) & have your selves a very Happy New Year. Cheers, you, for making this much more fun that it really should be.

Goodbye, then, eh, to 2008 & howdy doody to 2009.

½DC + TWoTH

Hello You.

This, then, is The Waiting Room Christmas Eve 3hr Best of 2008 Round-Up Show.

This took us AGES to compile from thousands of excellent songs listened to & playlisted over the whole of this past year. *PHEW* just does not cut it. 2008 was simply awash with brilliance, surprises, genius & plain old breathtaking musicalisation. (& singing).

A huge thank you, then, to all the bands, management, A&R & etc. what did send us musical things to consider for airing over these past 12 months.

Similarly, we must aim a special big Ta Very at Mr. Brendan Fitzpatrick (the once bassist of the classic Clem Snide line-up, which begat Rats With Wings, which begat Supercot) who done did do some interpretations of a couple of classic Christmas tunage & then sent the results to us. Two of his astonishingnesses top & tail the show as follows:

Top: Supercot – Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire

Tail: Supercot – Hark The Herald Angel

Cheers, La’.

This, then, is the list of Categories & Nominees of 34 Artistes + 34 Songs + the winners of each in bold what we announce on that there show below:

Best “What The Fuck Was That?!”

1) Celebrity Chimp – Celebrity Chimp

5) The Theatre Fire - Coyote

6) Joe Rodger & The Velcro Quartet – Suddenly They Realised…

Best Cover Versions

1) Robin Grey – There’s A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He’s Elvis (Kirsty MacColl cover)

2) Erlend Ropstad – 7 (Prince cover)

3) The Miserable Rich - Over & Over (Hot Chip cover)

4) Taken By Trees - Sweet Child O’ Mine (Guns ‘n’ Roses cover)

Best Contenders for a Bond Theme

1) Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan – Come On Over (Turn Me On)

3) Get Well Soon – You/Aurora/You/Seaside

4) Hour Of The Shipwreck – Unclouded Eyes

Best Emotional Blackmail

1) Porlolo – Turning On Heels

2) Samantha Crain & The Midnight Shivers - Beloved, We Have Expired

3) The Dø – Stay (Just A Little Bit More)

6) Plants & Animals – Bye Bye Bye

Best Pound Down The Back of The Sofa

1) Tim & Sam’s Tim & The Sam Band with Tim & Sam – Join The Dots

2) Fredrik – Black Fur

8) Pearl & The Puppets – Make Me Smile

Best Song of 2008

1) Jenny Lewis – Acid Tongue

2) Pelle Carlberg – Tired of Being PC

3) Micah P. Hinson – Tell Me It Ain’t So

4) The Mummers – March of The Dawn

6) Mother Mother - Hayloft

It remains only for us to wish every one of you all the very best this Christmas holiday.

Thanks for tuning in as often as you have & employing your ears for the listening. We really do appreciate your support.

MC & HNY,

½DC + TWoTH

‘iya, only us.

Wednesday already. Sheesh. The last show before the last show before Christmas. Hasn’t the year zipped?

To help the remainder of 2008 pass through you like last week’s Spanish omlette, re-heated using only the breath of a cider-drunk Deutscher Schäferhund, this week’s offal will be spat out in the same manner as you coming across a crust of dead flies stuck to the bottom of a glass of home-made lemonade mid-swallow.

As per, ½DC & TWoTH will stain the airwaves with jibber jabber not heard since Brendan Fraser, the actor, was asked to explain ‘irony’ during a press conference for his rape of celluloid what was “Monkeybone”.

Once you’ve recovered from that you’ll be able to tuck into the aural delights what is from: The Great Lake Swimmers, Delta Spirit, Ane Brun, The Thermals, Mitchell Museum, Bosque Brown, SoKo, The Strange Boys, The Dutchess & The Duke, Meaghan Smith, Lex Land, Lindi Ortega, Mercy Choir, & the Spanish Inquisition that are the many, many more.

Usual place. Usual time. Usual chunder, then.

½DC + TWoTH

Hello Campers.

Welcome to the theory of chaos in practice.

First of all, you might have noticed we have a new logo & webpage banner. Yes, indeed, we do. This was supposed to have been unveiled in January 2009, along with a variety of other new additions to the overall aesthetic of this site & our myspace space profile page. But, we just couldn’t be bothered to wait that long. More shiny new logos & whatnot will appear in the next few days or so.

In other news, this week on the ever always nonsense vehicle, steered erratically by the provisionally licenced nutbag ½DC & navigated by the ever female map-phobic TWoTH, you get to sample such radiator grill passengers as: Blitzen Trapper, Ane Brun, Fredrik, Tom Williams & The Boat, The Cotton Jones Basket Ride, The Duke Spirit, The Dutchess & The Duke, The Tallest man On Earth, Jay Jay Pistolet, Eagleowl, Francis, Mother Mother, & the everso very many more.

That & the ever demented ramblings of your convivials at the controls.

Click the dang clickable, then.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Hello You & welcome to the welcome temporary state of flux what is The Waiting Room.

This week’s downloadable not at all bad show, includes such loveliness as: Hurray For The Riff Raff, Anna Ash & The Family Tree, The Kazoo Funk Orchestra, The Theatre Fire, Pia & Tora, Hanna Baummann, Pale Young Gentlemen, Rags & Feathers, Tom Williams & The Boat, Kría Brekkan & the ever embedded many, oh so very, more.

Aside from that, we bring you a rather exciting competition what is open to all Bands, Artistes, Musicians + pretty much anyone* who can knock out a tune on a handful of instruments:

it’s our BATTLE OF THE BRANDS COMPETITION.

No, that doesn’t refer to Russell Brand vs. Jo Brand in an insult-a-thon or snide-fest, it’s simply a rather tenuous title for our competition that invites all you clever music folk to write a brand new theme tune for that spatchcock of a thing we like to call The Waiting Room.

All you have to do is record a 45seconds instrumental piece of music (in the structure of a theme tune, naturally), in any style or genre - just as long as it is in-keeping with the show’s general feel.

The theme tune should be recorded as an MP3 (minimum bit rate 256kbps) or wav file, & submitted to us via (minus the paretheses) dc (@) twrhq.com BEFORE the end of December 2008.

We’ll choose the best out of the entries & use it on the first show, + every one thereafter, of 2009.

In addition, the composer of the best theme will get an entire show dedicated to them - which means they get to choose the 2hr format playlist (including their own/band’s compositions, if they so wish), + they’re invited to come to DCHQ studio to co-host their show, or simply be interviewed. Hell, given that the show gets listened to (& is downloaded up to 2000 times per show per week) in almost every internet friendly country around the globe, that’s one meaty slab of exposure for you & your cleverness.

In short, your music (in the shape of a theme tune) will be guaranteed airplay every show from here until we pull the plug. That could mean years & years & years, God help us.

So, make haste. The clock’s a-ticking.

That is all.

½DC + the TWR Team

*Feel free to pass this competition along to anyone you know who may be interested in taking part.

Dear You, The Listening Few,

As of today The Waiting Room & its staff are quitting ErrorFM.

We will be looking for a new home to air the show, but in the interim we will continue putting shows together & publishing them, every Wednesday evening, as podcasts on our website, this one, www.TWRHQ.com.

Should you wish to know more about the what & the why, feel free to contact us (minus the parentheses) at dc (@) twrhq.com.

To the meat of the menu, then: apologies are due for quite a literal radio silence this week. The DCHQ computer network & audio hub was royally Last Exit To Brooklyn‘d out of existence, for the better part of last week & for most of this, due to a catalogue of technical problems beyond our meagre luddite control.

This means this week’s show, Swn Festival Special, which was supposed to have been re-broadcast today Midday today, but wasn’t, because of reasons you are all now aware of, is now available from the autoplayer below, or as a download from the download button, also below. FINALLY you get to hear it as nature intended.

Again, massive apologies to EVERYONE who tuned in last Wednesday & this afternoon, & to everyone who was expecting to listen to their interviews & hear their songs played on air as promised.

We will be back on air proper, & better supported, we promise, very soon.

½DC + TWoTH + the TWR team

Hell’s teeth in the dentist chair, was this a sod of a show to pre-produce! Here’s why…

Last week, when playing at The Point in this here Cardiff, the delicious Ida Maria & the delightful V.V. Brown allowed one half of & Mr. Fisk into their company & minds for 20minutes or so each. Whereas one half of had the relative luxury, & fairly quiet locale, of V.V. Brown’s very plush tour van to gently float questions in her direction, Mr. Fisk decided the best place to interview Ida Maria was in the glass walled viewing gallery directly above the stage. Which was being sound checked for the evening’s gig.

Apart from Ida having to set up the recording equipment for Fisk, apart from Fisk not having prepared any questions (hoping he could remember the ones he wrote for an interview that never happened nearly 6months previously), apart from the recording equipment battery running right out in the middle of Ida giving an extremely interesting answer to a question about female stereotypes in today’s music business, apart from Fisk twice expressing his wish to get naked for Ida (there’s a very protracted reason for this, as you’ll hear), & apart from the sound check music bleeding quite profusely into the overall sound capture (which took, unsuccessfully in 2 sections - apologies, we did our very, very best - 14, yes, count them, 14hours to recover & edit), it’s a remarkably interesting & brilliant interview.

one half of’s interview, on the other hand, with V.V. Brown, was a breeze. The only grumble we have is V.V.’s album, although written & mastered, is not out until next year & her record company have been (understandably) reluctant to hand across any promo copies (depsite a personal promise from the lovely V.V.) of the songs in order for us to play along with the interview (as is our wont). Therefore, we’ve had to use two brief samples that we already had from the LP & her current single + a free download. Still, she is a lovely, personable & level-headed young lady & we predict massive things for her.

We hope you enjoy both our efforts. Despite the pain in the arse-ness of getting this together, we most certainly did.

To the business end of the show: the competition…

Answer the following & you can win signed copies of Ida Maria’s Stella, Queen of The World, I Like You So Much Better When You’re Naked, signed copies of V.V. Brown’s Quick Fix promo + a signed poster & badges.

The question, then:

Ida Maria, in her song Queen of The World ‘bumps into things’. In 10 words or less, if you were Queen of the World, what would you do?

Send your answers to DC (@) TWRHQ.com & we’ll pick a couple of winners out of a hat in a future broadcast.

Keep ‘em clean.

½DC + TWoTH + Mr. Fisk

p.s. the winner of the Anni Rossi competition (for albums, EPs + a bunch of other stuff we’re chucking in) is one PHIL M. (no address supplied, but we’ll find the bugger).

p.p.s the competition for The Kabeedies/Tim & Sam Band/Pelle Carlberg/Lucky Delucci & the previous competition for the Those Dancing Days goodies are both still running. Check back through the archives for the questions (which, frankly, are piss easy).

Jesus Christ Almighty, what a diggigity dangtastic show have we what given you this week…

Last week, TWoTH, Fisk & ½DC went to a Cardiff-based Loose Presents… music showcase (read: gig if you’re over 35) to see & interview The Kabeedies, Pelle Carlberg, Tim & Sam’s the Tim & Sam Band with Tim & Sam, + Lucky Delucci.

Said competition can be heard towards the end of the show.

Firstly, what a series of gigs they were - every one of the buggers were superb. Secondly, & this is where we finish you off, you mucky pups, what a bloody fantastic set of interviews we did done do with the aforementioned gentlemen (& lady) to a T.

We really, really do spoil you sometimes.

&, lo! Before we forget: this week’s TWR Art comes courtesy of one Liz Hunt (the lovely lady who puts on Loose Music Club/live music nights in Cardiff) & it is a TWR bastardised gig poster for the very gig for the very bands what we did go & see & that. We’ll be hooking up with Loose Liz for a lot more things (interviews, sessions, live gigs & the like) in the future.

Tuck in.

½DC + TWoTH + Fisk

What a wery wobbly show. Sound quality is always an issue on this listing ship, but this week we think we may have wobbled a little too far over the red line. But, in the words of Isambard Kingdom Brunel: ah, fuck it.

To the Batmobile!

This week, as you might have gathered above, was a Those Dancing Days Special - what included an interview from Cardiff’s Barfly venue. This was very kindly set up by Max-Mans, TDD’s tour manager, sound engineer & producer.

Now, kids, listen. Max-Mans is a very tall bugger indeed. He is so tall that Fisk was memerised by his tallness. So much so, Fisk has decided that the first person to email us (at thewaitingroom (@) btinternet.com, minus the parenthreses & spaces) the height of Max-Mans, to the nearest centimetre, wins a signed copy of TDD’s debut album In Our Space Hero Suits, plus a TDD badge & poster.

Sound good? Of course it do. Almost as good as the damn album itself.

So, you know what to do so get doing it. Don’t forget last week’s Anni Rossi competition either. Next week we’ll have another HUGE competition giveaway involving The Kabeedies, Pelle Carlberg, Tim & Sam’s the Tim & Sam Band with Tim & Sam & Lucky Delucci.

It’s not even Christmas (yes, we mentioned that word already) yet. You lucky, lucky buggers, you.

½DC + Fisk

This week, you lucky lucky lucky bastards, we have a wonderful interview with the delicious Anni Rossi all for you. The show was wrapped up in ½DC & Fisk’s usual nonsense, but with an added sprinkle of glitter in the shape of a competition to win a signed copy of Ms Rossi’s brand new EP AFTON - think of it as a fore-taster to her album of the very same name, & a copy of her 2007 self-release LP Scandia.

Said competition is as follows:

Anni Rossi has been known to cover a small number of songs, for varying reasons, when she plays live. Recently, she has taken to covering a song she considers to be one of her very favourites. That particular song is by Ace Of Base, a long forgotten Swedish pop band (from off of the 1990s). The name of that song, which you’ll find mentioned in the interview contanied within this week’s show, will win you them there prizes as documented above.

Send your answers to thewaitingroom (@) btinternet.com (minus, of course, the spaces & parentheses) & the winner will be announced on a future outing.

Right, then. Listen in, kids, & get all entered & stuff.

Ta Ta, then.

½DC + Fisk

Eh-Oh!

This week’s show was brought to you by the letters D, C, T, W, o, H, F, I, S, & K; & the numbers ½ & 3.

There was, of course, also, then, dazzlingly delicious musi-choices verymuchifnotexactly like:

Lost In Trees, Jolie Holland, Goodtimes Goodtimes, Hurray For The Riff Raff, Silent Land Time Machine, Crooked Fingers &, thank Christ himdamnself, the perennial many more.

So, you know, take a loan out from the Happy Bank.

Have at it.

x ½DC + TWoTH + Fisk

O Yes. Mr. Bob himself. Man-handled by Mr. Fisk himself.

Not much else we can say, really, about this week’s show. Except for Mr. Fisk ’s secret local band lead singer crush, his acceptance of a time traveling trip back to the mid-90s, & news of his forthcoming publishing venture. Quite a packed info-bomb for you, then, kids, eh?

This week we were in the delicious company of the likes of Midwest Dilemma, The Pack A.D., Fortune Drive, Lost In The Trees, Listing Ship, The Mummers & a whole holy host of the many expected more.

PLEASE NOTE: THIS WEEK’S SHOW WAS ACCIDENTALLY/PREMATURELY UPLOADED LAST WEEK AS A PODCAST. THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU DOWNLOADED/LISTENED TO LAST WEEK’S SHOW YOU’VE ALREADY HEARD THIS WEEK’S, CAPICHE? THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE BOTH SHOWS WERE PRE-RECORDED &, BECAUSE OF A MONUMENTAL JETLAGGING, one half of DRUNK COUNTRY, FUCKING BISCUIT AS HE IS, ACCIDENTALLY CUED UP THE WRONG COCKING SHOW FOR LAST WEEK’S PODCAST. THIS HAS NOW BEEN RECTIFIED (LAST WEEK’S SHOW IS NOW CORRECTLY UPLOADED & READY FOR LISTENING/DOWNLOAD). APOLOGIES FOR SUCH AN OVERLONG EXPLANATION OF TWATISHNESS PERPETRATED BY THE HOUSE MONG.

That is very much all.

½DC + Fisk

Eh? Is it?

Finally, after a loo-oong week of pissing about with bad connections & terrible wi-fi in Washington DC, we are finally able to bring you the show from last Wednesday. *phew*, we believe, is the Latin phrase.

one half of apologises to all for the radio silence on the phone & the emails (there are a few out there who have taken this personally &, alarmingly, been quite affronted as a result) - this is due entirely to the shitty reception for UK cell phones & crappy wi-fi in the DC area (Rhode Island Ave NW) that one half of was crashing in. Nothing personal or owt else, we assure you. Certainly nothing to get all wild-eyed & teeth clamped about, neither. He’ll get back to you now he has coverage. There, there. All better.

Anyhoo… one half of + TWoTH deliver yet another carpetbag of nonsense & froth wrapped up in a deliriously flamboyant ribbon of wonderful musicalisations from wonderful musicalicians.

So, flop back & employ those fleshy radars stuck on opposite sides of your head.

That is, for now, until next week, when Fisk is back, all. ‘k?

½DC + TWoTH

Hello & howdy & welcome to this week’s post-amble.

Cripes! This ol’ show was an odd one, eh? Lots of ramble about lost cats, trips to the states, giddy giggling, mildly offensive un-PCness; the whole TWR gambit, then.

For this outing we included: V.V. Brown, Ruth Minnikin, Lost In Trees, Pearl & The Puppets, The Mummers, Bill Callahan & the everso ever present many, many more. Bloody excellent, so the choices were.

Quick bit of admin: as of the 3rd October one half of will be leaving DCHQ & TWoTH & the (now found & tethered) cats & boarding yet another luxury flying machine & heading over to the cloud city what is known as Washington D.C. for approx. 2 weeks.

During time spent he will suffer this year’s ritual ‘birthday’ &, based on the day said date falls, will probably spend it eating nasty take out pizza in his hotel room, drinking warm bottled beer, & watching Nancy Grace. Exotic life, then, eh?

Hopefully, time permitting, liver willing, he’ll be catching up with regular listener Harry Hotspur & musi-blog commentator Campfires & Battlefields for a few jars. Should either be reading this between now & the 5th, pop him an e-mail so he may glean contact numbers & preferred dates for frivolity.

All will be painstakingly detailed upon one half of’s return to the fold mid-October.

In the meantime, to cover his & their collective ass whilst ½DC is orf on his secret squirrelness, one half of, TWoTH & Mr. Fisk strapped themselves into the studio chairs & cobbled together a coupl’a pre-recorded shows for your delectation. Make sure you tune in cos they is well fine, mama.

That’s about it, then, for now. See y’all in 2 weeks.

½DC + TWoTH

God in Heaven.

Been a week, has it, yes? Absolutely. Not only has one half of been bed-bound with a recurring intestinal nasty (married, he is, to the porcelain telephone), but the other half of has somehow been allowed to become a father (only time will tell as to whether he’s allowed to keep it) AND Mr. Fisk has witnessed the end of the world via a couple of meat pies & a mad professor. You may be sat there, smiling, thinking oh, you scamps - what japes you have, but listen, bub, you want to try living with it for a week.

Genuinely, we’re not entirely sure if this is all a cartoon.

Earmarked for playlist immortality this week were (amongst the equally kissable many others): Dr. Dog, Portico Quartet, Tilly & The Wall, Samantha Crain & The Midnight Shivers, Absentee, & The Parson Red Heads.

+ Fisk’s susbstantial selection of retro-choices. You know how that works.

Click the below clickable, then, & listen in as Fisk explains it is God, & not the technological advance spearheaded by a human being that ‘created’ everything from magazines & hairstyles. Yes. That’s quite correct. Fisk is very much back.

‘tra f’now.

½DC + Fisk

In the words of the other half of: Brilliant. Fucking Brilliant.

He popped into the DCHQ studio this week to pre-record that there show below as one of his final acts of freedom before Mrs Mouse spat out their co-created little lady, the Simpsons-inspired, Maggie.

As well as chuntering on like a giddy biscuit, Mr. Mouse (& ½DC) also recorded the first, if short, adhoc in-studio DCHQ TWR session; the other half of being cloaked in the more audience-friendly guise of John Mouse.

First up he solo’d on a newbie (God Put You On This Earth). Then ½DC + Mrs Mouse joined him for an old song (Not For Ambition Nor Bread) they co-wrote a few moons back.

The sound is sloppy & bassy as hell & the playing is deliberately amateurish because Mr. Mouse couldn’t wait for things to be set up properly in case Mrs M prematured but, for a spontaneous crack at it, it is proper lovely nevertheless.

Here’s who done what:

TWR Session 13.09.09

God Put You On This Earth - John Mouse, acoustic guitar & vocals

Not For Ambition Nor Bread - John Mouse, acoustic bass & vocals; ½DC, acoustic guitar, ukulele & vocals; Mrs Mouse, spoken word; The Prophylactic Choir, backing vocals

Enjoy.

½DC + t’other ½DC

p.s. CONGRATULATIONS TO Mr. & Mrs MOUSE, WHO FINALLY SPAT OUT MAGGIE MOUSE at 6.35am on SUNDAY 21st SEPTEMBER, AFTER 35 VERY LONG HOURS. MAGGIE HAS ALL HER FINGERS & TOES, WEIGHS IN at 7lb14oz & IS HAIRY LIKE HER DAD. WELL DONE, KIDS. WELCOME TO THE REST OF YOUR WAKING LIVES.

Hola.

Well, we had fun this week. Mainly because one half of was enthralled by his brand new studio equipment (mics, mixing desk). The superficial tit.

Anyway, TWoTH refrained from using any of the more choice of profanities & one half of seems to have gotten over his recent stateside trip.

This week’s fussy featured such loveliness as Samantha Crain & The Midnight Shivers, Detektinbyrån, Spencer McGarry Season, Micah P. Hinson, Liz Durrett, Absentee, Magic Arm + the usual fancy cheese board of many more.

Tuck in, then, you.

½DC + TWoTH

ps next week sees the return of the other half of Drunk Country. He’s about to become a da’ & the show will be recorded for broadcast on the very night before Mrs Mouse is about to pop her tot. There’ll be a cell phone & a cab on standby…

This time last week I was doing little by way of proper work & driving through the Nevada desert from San Francisco towards Salt Lake City. 13½fuckingHours, that was. Having been awake until 2am the previous evening & having been awakened with a phonecall at 6am asking if I was ready for breakfast yet.

Yes, then. It’s good to be back.

3 weeks is a long time to spend away from the comforts of one’s own meddling, so I hope you will allow me the space to have a wee bit of a moan on this week’s show — especially as a lot of it makes me sound like a total shit; an ungrateful & ageist, I’ll have you know, cock, & an all round pain in the arse/ass. Which, in translation, means it’s actually very funny when you look back on the catalogue of screw ups purportrated by one 50something man — he had no army, no minions, no gang of hep cats to corkscrew my plans. He did that all on his lonesome. It also means that your day will be 100% darn tootin’ brighter after you’ve been enveloped by the sordid tales of my consistent, shit-eating grin-stained bad luck; from the moment I left in a taxi to Cardiff Central Train Station, to the moment, 3 weeks later, when I got in another taxi back in Cardiff & arrived home. Stupefying, so it were.

Click. Listen. Marvel.

x ½DC

We’re go

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down, down, down, if that’s the only way, 2 make this cruel, cruel world hear what we’ve got 2 say; put the right letters 2gether & make a better day.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, better days; Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, it’s

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…

Maybe it’s the only way: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!!!

½DC + TWoTH + Ms Hope Eternal

Good? Good.

This week’s offalling (ErrorFM, 10pm BST) is an experiment in a little bit of shushie, in that one half of (who is currently lazing his arse off over in that Canadaland for a few days) has spliced together a playlist of nothing but Instrumental (with the emphasis on mental) musics for eager ears.

There’s little or nothing by way of augmentation via hummings, whistlings, oohings or aahings (i.e. harmonizations with a lady mouth) so you’re going to have to make up your own lyrics for this one. On top of all that, one half of ne’er ever spaketh many wordage throughout the whole of the dangtastic thing. Yes, you read correct; he makes good on countless previous promises & remains mostly schtumn. It’s a fecking miracle is what it is.

Consider it a soundtrack for unwinding, wherever said unwinding may be required, then, with little interruption from the clattered mouth nasty boy.

Ta-Ta, then, ’till next week when Ms Hope Eternal is back at the co-helm.

½DC

Hello Ladies & Gentlepeeps,

This week’s show (which has taken an age to post, following broadcast, simply because of a monumental feck up with one half of’s laptop - i.e. it died whilst over there in that there USof…) is entirely given over to the sweet nothing rambled musi-choices of The Woman of The House. That’s right. TWoTH charged through her collection of CDs & vinyl & came up with the loveliness you now hear before you.

I think we should let her & her musical tastes do the talking from hereon in…

Enjoy, you dusty mo’fo’s.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Hello U, U Purple Eaten People, U.

2night’s show is the 1st of 4 pre-records what one half of + The Woman of The House did tirelessly piece 2gether over the last few weeks in order 2 cover one half of’s fairly decent arse (given his advancing age) whilst jollying it about on the West Coast of the USof.

Therefore, 2night we present, just 4 U, Drunk Covers VIII - The Playlist Formerly Honed By Prince. A 3hr cover version special, charting pretty much all of the decent (i.e. no Batman, no Graffiti Bridge, + pretty much nothing after The Gold Experience) back catalogue of the wee purple munchkin.

The bulk of the cover versions in 2night’s show come from a brand new tribute album celebrating the little paisley monkey’s 50th birthday, entitled SHOCKADELICA - 50th Anniversary Tribute 2 The Artist Known As Prince (+ a healthy scattering of very decent covers culled from the 1000s available by various artistses & bands across the known musiverse).

This is by no means a ‘favourite’ selection - merely a broad swatch of interesting/excellent variations on the skinny mother fucker’s celebrated back catalogue.

Here be the playlist, then:

Drunk Covers VIII, The Playlist Formerly Honed By Prince

1) Eels – I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man (E: Useless Trinkets; P: Sign “o” the Times)

33) Brødrene Lövenstjerne – Nothing Compares 2 U (BL: Shockadelica; P/The Family: The Family)

That enuff 4 u? Eh?

Please also note 4 your diaries, on 27th of August, the last in the scheduled pre-records, we will be broadcasting Purple Reign - Prince and his Revolutions. A 2hr special celebrating The Artist’s music via a diverse selection, rather than the bog standard obvious choices (although, there will be some classic Prince, just 2 get every1 in the mood).

Joining one half of 2 co-host Purple Reign - Prince and his Revolutions will be The Woman of The House AND, wait 4 it, Ms Hope Eternal. Ys. That’s right. Bloody Ms Hope Eternal. What a fun time we had.

So, U, U listening few, get upon th’ danceflo’ & shake yo’ body like a horny pony would.

½DC + TWoTH

Hello fiddlings.

O, we were giddy, we was. A good, hearty show for you, then; soup-like, but only in the refreshingly tasty way rather than with a gloopy/glutinous consistency. Winter Vegetable, perhaps, or Leek & Maris Piper Potato. Maybe, even, Broccoli & Stilton. You decide. Afterall, it ain’t us doing the eating up of now is it? No, tha’s right, we is simply serving wenches, living off tips & the grim, yet welcome, sexual pleasurings, from vaguely attractive, just passing through customers, against the hood of a beaten up Mustang, out back during a smoke break.

*sigh*

This week’s delish playlisted were: Micah P. Hinson & The Red Empire Orchestra, Joe Rodger & The Velcro Quartet, Rachel Unthank & The Winterset, Eef Barzelay, Porlolo, The Dø + the usual handful of many flicking more.

As well as the usual scattermouths of one half of + The Woman of The House this week saw the return of (a strangely profanity-restrained) Mr. Toad, off of that lovely social-musi-rant blog Song, by Toad.

Despite a connection dump 4 minutes in to the broadcast (i.e. interweb hand holding ceased between DCHG & ErrorFM for some unknown reason) your convivials were none the wiser & the show recorded without hitch.

So, enjoy this week’s show (below) & we’ll see you, properly, in September - once ½DC is back from over there in the States of.

Break, as they say, nothing.

½DC + TWoTH

Turned out nice again, didn’t it?

Tons, then, of new music from the likes of Dr. Dog, The Dø, Detektivbyrån, Sparrow & The Workshop, Rachel Unthank, The Lord Dog Bird, Joe Rodger & The Velcro Quartet + a sizeable quotient of many blwdy more.

There was also a spilleth over’d bucket of one half of’s chopsing & cheek, whereas TWoTH’s valiant efforts at keeping it all on track derailed after the 3rd glass of Vino Collapso & descended into a tongue slurred gabble.

In all it was a damn fruity show.

We figure you owe us a kiss, at least.

Pucker up, then, you.

½DC + TWoTH

Tonight’s flatulent nonsense was coughed into existence for your delicate palate via the astoundingly rambly tongue clatter of one half of, with the delicious TWoTH supplying the steady on, soldier & a whole pramload of what the hell are you talking about?s.

Without sounding smug or delusional, tonight’s offering was a seminal piece of playlisting, courtesy one half of. The ebb & flow of the marvelous musicalisations from the muscial chosen was divine & fecking hypnotic, so it was. What can we say? We don’t write these bloody lovely orgasms of sound, we only play them so you can enjoy them & be carried away on the gentle lapping of their aural tide.

How wet are you, now, then, eh? Naughty kitten.

Jibber jabber away.

x ½DC + TWoTH

ps Last week’s competition runs until someone gets the answer correct - there’ll be no to the nearest lb/kilo malarkey. Get entering, then, eh?

Hello kids.

Tonight’s show is basically one half of’s rambling assed review of all the live bands he done did see in venues & that when he toured the West Coast of & New York.

As well as lovely dollops of mouth blather & musi-goodness, there’s this week’s frigging ‘mazing competition. All you gots to do is answer this very, very simple question:

What was the weight (in pounds or kilos) of one half of’s checked suitcase when he left the States to fly back home?

Send your answers to thewaitingroom(@)btinternet.com (minus the parentheses) & the first person who guesses correctly, or has the nearest weight to the actual one on the ticket, by Friday 18th July will win the following goodies:

The Builders & Butchers / Loch Lomond split 12″ - signed by The Builders & The Butchers

The Builders & Butchers Debut CD Album - signed by The Builders & The Butchers

Samantha Crain & The Midnight Shivers T-Shirt - size Adult Medium (US)

Anni Rossi CD Albums Scandia + Insects Kissing

Parethetical Girls 7″ Picture Disc + CD Album Safe As Houses

The Jones Street Boys CD Album Overcome

Or, The Whale CD Album Light Poles & Pines

2 clues: (a) I flew Virgin (b) the suitcase was already overweight when I left the UK & then I picked up all the above + other trinkets & baubles.

‘cited yet?

Good luck.

½DC + TWoTH

Well, then, all you box spring hogs & raindogs.

Welcome to 3hrs of near genius.

Here be, then, you, is The WAITSing Room II, Cruel Variations - 3hrs of Tom Waits Covers. Yes, that’s bloody much correct. 3 damn hours of.

Essentially, & why not, this is a marketing dream come true. Following the giddy successes of the Drunk Covers series (here, here, here, here & here) & the ridiculously popular (as in downloads, etc.) The WAITSing Room Tom Waits Special (here) it seemed only natural (read: cynical, or manipulative) to combine the two & come up with what you is either stream-listening to or about to/in the middle of downloading as you read this sentence to its natural full stop end.

one half of + TWoTH have selected as many quirky versions/artists as possible within the tight timeframe imposed by not very much time available; they done ignored as many of the obvious choices as & when possible (although, the likes of Tim Buckley, Holly Cole, John Hammond & Neko Case have crept in - simply because they do extremely competent &, frankly, good interpretations). They done also restricted the ‘live’ versions to an absolute minimum. For sure, unless it’s recorded through a soundboard mixed professionally & released on a properly tarted album/CD it’s not really a genuine cover, is it? It’s a glorified pub band wanking loudly for a large audience.

There be some surprises, some well known ones, & some entirely new cover versions to point your earpipes at. ‘Course, this being Tom Waits there’s an overly healthy smattering of jazz renditions dunked into this coffee swamp of blues, balladry, balls to the wall brilliance. Don’t be afraid, though. Jazz can be good for you.

Unsurprisingly, there are many hundreds (possibly thousands) of Tom Waits covers out there in the musiverse - many unofficial or so far off the radar, in terms of specific artist/band widerife exposure, that it was nigh on impossible to get hold of them in time for this evening’s output. Perhaps we shall endeavour at a later date & slap together the potential for a #III in the series? We’ll see. We have this one to get through first.

For now, though, we hope you enjoy what you get.

We loved every minute of it.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Here’s the dang tracklist:

TWR 02.07.08 - Drunk Covers VII: The WAITSing Room II, Cruel Variations

1) Hell Blues Choir – God’s Away On Business (HBC: Greetings From Hell: The Tom Waits Song Book; TW: Blood Money)

36) Hell Blues Choir – Swordfishtrombones (HBC: Greetings From Hell: The Tom Waits Song Book; TW: Swordfishtrombones)

Here you go, then.

A repeat / replay / rewind from way back yonder from August 7th 2007. Back when we was innocent & technologically retarded, heavily relying on the Good Lord Skype for communication between Cardiff & Edinburgh. Praying, as we were, it didn’t crash or owt else stressful during the live broadcasts. Of course, mostly, it did.

On this one you can hear our fear & naïvité via myriad technical blips & blops as Ms Eternal wrestles with remembering to mute her mic (hence the heavy breathing), mute her computer audio (hence the beeps & burps from the software she was slowly crashing in the background), & engage the crossfade (hence the long run out of tracks & silences between talking & music starting). Knew what she was doing, my arse.

Anyway this one, though, as in however, wasn’t live (despite the additional screw-up SFX) but was a pre-record. This was simply because almost immediately after Ms Eternal & ½DC started filling the airwaves (together) with their accents they decided to both go, at the same time, on holiday (albeit not together, because that would be unduly sexual in nature), or vacation (depending on what side of the beach you are).

It’s an interesting show. A funny show with good music. A show full to the crown with sexual tension & verbal fumblings (listen, why don’t you, to ½DC umm & err his way through the putting up with Ms Eternal’s fiddling on the controls & giddying non sequiturs).

Incidentally, it’s one of the first shows that mentions/contains Mr. Fisk (who was at that time slipping Ms Eternal one - as goes the vernacular), who just so happened to be on a sneaky visit to Edinburgh to see HE & cause untold stress damage as he got in the way of her moving to/decorating her new apartment.

Why the ErrorFM controller chose this one to repeat / reply / rewind is beyond our point of giving a shit.

Enjoy, folks, enjoy.

½DC + HE (in absentia)

Well, sheet.

Apologies for the lateness of posting but I have been ‘on the road’ somewhat of late & entirely out of interweb connectivity.

Anyhow, this show was cobbled together in a mighty rush pre-USof take off. Badly edited, hardly narrated, with a setlist compiled from a gay civil partnership reception I DJ’d at some time ago. The remit was: Indie, Dancey, Cheese.

I think we managed that.

Enjoy.

½DC

Well, here we go then boyos.

Yer’s an hecksporsua to Welsh moosic for ew deli-cat ikkle yers, see.

It’s a random; well random, in fact. There’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to the playlist, except that it maybe perhaps helps define the variety & diversity of that so-called Welsh ’sound’. There’s no favourites, no gladhanding, just blwdy good music see.

Expect weird CIA-style psychological torture noises (the Welsh language), Welsh politik, bands you may never have heard of (Ffa Coffi Pawb, MC Mabon, Sweet Baboo), bands you’ve definitely heard of (Super Furry Animals, Catatonia, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci) & lots of the usual bullshitting & swearing.

What you won’t get is the obvious. There’ll be no Manic Street Preachers (many reasons, really, but let’s stick with Nicky Wire being a platinum standard, award winning prick), Stereophonics (raspy twat of an egotistical hairy dwarf frontman), Bonnie Tyler (nicotine addled one trick pony - popular with overweight Valleys sluts on hen nights), Duffy (untalented retro-fantasist who should be put out of her misery now before we all suffer another fucking album of pastiche Springfieldisms), Charlotte Church (putrifyingly awful publicity shagging whore of a girl), Tom Jones (orange faced chancer who still shags brain dead 20-something groupies), & however many other obvious bastards there are. Oh, fuck it, we might as well list them: The Automatic (what’s that coming over the hill? Is it Death signalling the end of your shittingly awful one song career?), Lostprophets (Goth? More like shit. Appalling cocksnot from appalling cocks), Funeral For A Friend (bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks - from the name, to the ‘music’, to the ‘fashion’, to the fact that the poor little twats seriously believe they make a difference in people’s lives; presumably that means their output assists more suicides per capita than, say, McFly), Bullet For My Valentine (don’t even get us started on this fucking abomination).

So, ok, you do gets a bit of Shirley B, like, innit - she does have cred, afterall. I mean, she is Mrs Bond Theme. Plus, you will get career suicide victim BUT beautifully written/sung songs from Cerys. &, by Jesus, you most certainly will gets some of the GLC. Innit.

Click on the farking button by yer, then, innit butt?

½DC + TWoTH

Jesus. I turn my back for ONE day & all manner of shades of shit come falling from the sky.

Let me explain…

I, one half of, am currently in San Francisco (Downtown SF, to be precise, & hoo boy - t’aint nothing like what they shows in them films) at the start of a 3 week gad about the four corners of the USof.

All last week TWoTH & I busted our collective nutsack to get pre-records of TWR recorded & filed in time for my departure for the month long of June. We averaged 2hrs sleep a night for the whole as we pissed about obtaining permissions, recorded the shows (re-recorded when one was entirely wiped off the face of the earth when the over-heating computer - which had been on & working 3 days straight - crashed & refused to blink back into life for 4 hours thereafter), edited the shows, transferred shows from one format to another, & then ftp’d them to the station’s live archive. On top of that we had Proper Job to keep us occupied & I had to arrange & schedule this 3week USof jaunt. Exhausting is not the fucking word. Exhausted is.

However, yesterday, Wednesday, all that stressing was small potatoes compared to the joy I experienced at broadcast time for the first of the pre-records.

The shitty little hotel I was staying at didn’t have strong enough internet access (yes, that’s right - in 2008!), so any access at all to the worldwideinterweb was intermitent to say the very, very, very. Thererfore, tuning in to ErrorFM’s live stream was impossible because it cut out as soon as it began. $30 that cost me & I couldn’t get a refund, no matter how Krakatoa I got on the hotel’s ass.

When I did finally manage to catch a portion of the stream, TWR wasn’t on. This was 10.05pm. So I logged into ErrorFM’s chat to have a word with the controller/programmer to see what the problem was. He wasn’t around. Logged into chat, yes. Around? No. Not until 10.49pm, by which point I was getting furious with the situation as the connection was getting worse & I was barely able to send & receive messages. So when he did finally turn up & express an ‘aghh!’, as a way of garnering sympathy for the lack of TWR, I was in no mood to accept his explanation that the script he had written to auto-select & play the pre-record in the station on-line archive had a glitch in it. He than started the show late, seriously bumping the schedule to shit.

Now, when this ‘auto-play’ idea was first suggested by him I expressed concerns that (a) it wouldn’t work & (b) he wouldn’t be around to fix it. I was assured 100% nothing of the sort would happen. But, of course, we now know different.

I was so furious (a mixture of genuine exhaustion & frustration) with the pisspoor excuse I received for his, & by proxy ErrorFM’s, tardiness (”It’s stressfull here”!!!), I sent a message to the owner of the station expressing my serious disappointment & advised that, following the last pre-record to air (July 2nd: Drunk Covers VII, The Waitsing Room II - a 3hr Tom Waits cover special) I was calling it quits.

This is not the first time the station has fucked me around. I am not one to grumble. I have a solid chin & soak up the blows & get on with it. But, man. This is taking the piss. I (as well as the co-hosts) work my fucking bollocks off doing TWR - for nothing. We don’t get paid. We do all our own publicity, we do all our own networking & media whoring. We don’t have to do this, but we do. We do it because we love the music. We do it because we think you need to hear the music. That some people listen, download, comment, etc. is reward enough.

But.

After 6 days straight of preparing pre-records to ensure the schedule is full, (i.e. making it easier for them so they don’t have to find things to fill the slot), for the programmer to then be so slack like that is just too disrespectful.

I’m too tired to care right now.

By the way, the show in question was a corker for music. We both, on the other hand, were a little knackered.

Get ‘em while you can.

½DC + TWoTH (in absentia)

You lucky sods. What a show.

Over 40 excellent bands & artistses from over in that there Swedenland were crammed into 3hrs of sonic bliss for your very listening pleasure during this week’s show.

one half of + The Woman of The House were nigh on knackered after such a marathon blasting of such goodness & we hope indeed you are now very much aware of just how important & vital Sweden is in the curent indie-sounding musiverse.

Huge thanks to all the bands & artiste types (Detektivbyrän, Ram Di Dam, Blue Eyed Blondes, The Second Band, The Magnificent Seven, Billie The Vision & The Dancers, Jennie Abrahamson, Salty Pirates, The Deep Dark Woods, First Aid Kit & Anna Ternheim) who cobbled together wee little shout outs & what not for us to play during the show. Very much appreciated, you lot, for the time & effort put in. We hope the show gets you some more webpage hits & purchases.

There was also the small matter of drawing the winners for The Gourds‘ competition posed a few weeks back, & we are pleased to announce we have two winners:

Graeme Anderson, from Mexico, & Jennifer Murphy, from some as of yet undisclosed location.

The prizes (when we gets ‘em) will be winging their way to both shortly (like we said, when we gets ‘em).

*phew*

one half of + assorted guests will now be hurridly putting together a brace of pre-records what will be broadcast (on that there divine ErrorFM) throughout the month of June whilst he is away off on some hush hush jaunt across all corners of the USof. Something will go wrong, we just know it. But, hell, that’s The Waiting Room all over no? Chaos on the brink of, well, more chaos.

Behave yourselves in said absence. & don’t break anything.

½DC + TWoTH

p.s. TWR was generously reviewed by some dumbfounded American youths recently on an all-encompassing ‘culture review’ website & you may listen to said review & make up your own minds as to their accuracy of understanding & analysis here.

Lab Rats & Geneticists of The Listening Few, welcome to the rest of your listening habits.

Seriously, this show’s selection was indeed a good selection to swell in your lovely ear-based heads.

Amongst, as they say, others, we playfully shat the following in your direction: Hour of The Shipwreck, The Ting Tings, The Wave Pictures, The Cave Singers, The Submarines, Those Dancing Days, Scout Niblett & Bonnie “Prince” Billy, Elvis Perkins, Andrew Bird + Noah & The Whale.

Kiss ou’sel’.

½DC + TWoTH

Mary up a Jesus pole.

What a fab show, even if we do say our goshdarn selves. 3 whole damn hours full up to the skull cap of the superb musics what was made by that wonderful Texan outfit, The Gourds.

one half of + The Woman of The House were all knicker twisted with various imbibings & nonsense, but somehow managed not to embarrass themselves too much in the chat room presence of said Mr. Kev Russell too much. That’s right, he, from then there The Gourds, came by & said howdy & stayed for the entire show, moreorless, as we clattered our mouthy ways through his & their wonderful back catalogue. Right shy we were, too. Ne’er a mention of his sweet self in the participatory typed-style chat room during the entire show. Nervous? Well, no. Pished? Yes. Very so.

Anyhow, the meat on dem bones: Mr. Russell has extraordinarily kindly like donated with his very hands a clutch of prizes (T-Shirts, Hats, Stuff) for a two-part, multi-winner competition. Yes. You read correct. A bloody competition. With prizes.

To win some of these prizes (for there will be more than one winner) all you gots ta do is answer this question:

The Gourds are from Austin, Texas, but what phenomenon do happen, at around about 8pm, every night, to an audience of a hundred or so tourists, from underneath two bridges spanning the Colorado river?

&, also, as a tie-break, answer us this, thus:

Kev Russell & Jimmy Smith (both of said musical wonderment The Gourds) have a music publisher by the name of Bumpalong Sod Music. In no more than 10 words, please explain what a Bumpalong Sod is…

Now. This competition is open for as long as it takes Mr. Russell to send those aforementioned prizes to us. This could be one week, it could be two. So, for as long as these words remain un-struck through (i.e. there’s no strike through line through the sentences above) this competiton will remain.

Simply send your answer + definition to thewaitingroom (@) btinternet.com (minus the parenthese & spaces) & we’ll pop the correct & most amusing ones in a hat & draw the winners on a future show (in one or two weeks -depending, as we say, when said prizes materialise via the postal service). Get it? Got it? Good.

Right, then. Shoot over to the TWR Playlist page for a run down on what were playlisted during the show & listen again as we, one half of + TWoTH, make tits out of our limey asses. Mr Russell laughed. “Fuggin Hilarious” he called us. But then, there was a certain bias at play.

Go decide for yourselves. Go on. Scoot.

½DC + TWoTH

Oh, gosh.

Drunk Country House Studios, replete with new mic rig & mixing desk, suffered some this week.

Twisted to tearing point mind melts, trying to teach Mr. Fisk the nicities of the art of staying just this side of ‘just so’, had your convivial one half of springwound like a fidgit. Nothing was real. Mr. Fisk’s universe bending mouth antics were nothing short of astonishing.

Anyways. Amazingly, atwixt said mirth were buried a handful or 20+ of gems what contained such magicians of song as: Oh No! Oh My!, Heathers, MGMT, Port O’Brien, The Submarines, Bombadil, Colorblind James Experience, Kara Keith & a shit of a lot more.

Of course, Mr. Toad joins in again with a quartet of sonic wonderment, amidst his usual chatiness & (this week, at least) a restrained potty mouthedness, to complete a new ‘direction’ for the show. i.e. warts & all. We’ll see how it fares.

Bask, then, in it, eh?

x ½DC + Fisk

Jackanory, tell us a story, is it?

This week, then, bloody hell. Sound issues, man-based illnesses, 100mph rambling about very little in particular, a brief appearance from The Woman of The House, an even briefer appearance of Toad, & an Amy Winehouse call to arms. Welcome, then, you, to The Waiting Room.

Crammed into this week’s artist-packed show, bringing sanity to an otherwise erstwhile chaos, was, but not entirely:

Langhorne Slim, Kara Keith, Marina & The Diamonds, Noah & The Whale, Boss Hog, Addicted To Love (a Candythief side project), Bombadil, Heathers, Ultra Orange & Emmanuelle + a whole galleon of others.

Settle back, then, & plug your very ample arse in.

x ½DC + TWoTH

Once again featured on this week’s perky nonsense, along with the omnipresent Mr. Toad (off of his whipsmart Song, BY Toad bloggerthon) & his equally potty-mouthed wife-type Mrs Toad, is the swoony chops of The Woman of The House imparting her limited knowledge on all things music. Not to forget, of course, the presence of the Scout Master himself one half of leading them all to their certain doom ‘cross windy hillock & dale of non-sequitorial plains.

Welcome, then, you, to this brand spanked installment of what we will be Christening Drunk Covers VI — 3 hours of cover versions playlisted as follows:

1) The Power of Love – The Pigeon Detectives / Huey Lewis & The News

14) Take A Chance - WFMU’s Tom Scharpling, Ben Gibbard, Pharmacist’s Ted Leo & Patton Oswalt / ABBA

Song, By Toad Recommends

15) Gin & Juice – The Gourds / Snoop Doggy Dogg

16) Can’t Get You Out of My Head – The Flaming Lips / Kylie Minogue

17) Untitled Melody – The Divine Comedy / Orange Juice

18) Felicity – The Wedding Present / Orange Juice

19) Next – Richard Godwin / Jacques Brel

20) Common People – William Shatner / Pulp

21) Blowin’ In The Wind – Dolly Parton + Nickel Creek / Bob Dylan

31) Top Of The World – Shonen Knife / The Carpenters

32) One Way Or Another + Teenage Kicks – CSS / Blondie + The Undertones

33) Where Is My Mind – Emmy The Great / Pixies

34) Such Great Heights – The Wrong Trousers / The Postal Service

35) This Charming Man - Bostonians / The Smiths

What with all the irreverent funtimes had in a very vocal manner, the foulmouthedness of a certain amphibious element, & the rather genius tracklist what you just done read, you, then, most blwdy certainly should wake up tomorrow & feel like perspective has taken on an out of the ordinary appearance.

Thank us for the memories another day. Right now? Just enjoy.

½DC + TWoTH + Mr. & Mrs Toad

Hey Ho.

On this week’s The Waiting Room one half of is again joined by The Woman of The House, who (due to receiving favourable thumbs ups from Mr. Toad & in this here podpage comments) has taken to her new found ‘celebrity’ like toilet duck removes those hard to shift streak-stains.

Anyways, this week you may expose your head holes to the likes of Octoberman, Ironville, Candythief, Colorblind James Experience, Annuals, We The They, MGMT, Moonbabies, Hello Seahorse! & very many more.

Of course, as bloody per, Mr. Toad & His Amazing Mouth of Expletives pops in for another Song, By Toad Presents His Recommends.

The winner of the Peter & The Wolf competition was one Siloen Daley from Canada. A nice hand drawn + signed copy of The Ivori Palms + other goodies are on the way to her as you read.

That’s it, then. Until next we come-a-callin’.

Tuck in.

½DC + TWoTH

p.s. our History + Playlists sections have been updated; there’s a newly re-titled TWR Art section (previously Images), which displays all the advertising bumf we spam your pretty little heads with + a newly re-titled Xtra section, (previously Ramble) what showcases ½DC’s previous attempt at sounding like he knew what he was doing (he didn’t); there’s also a brand new TWR Team section where you will find photographs of all our very ugly faces, as well as the briefest of half-truths forming the shape of a biog; finally, there’s a brand new TWR Contact section (for bands, managers, PR, A&R, labels, fans, sycophants, stalkers, mentally deluded widows on their deathbeds with wills to bequeath, etc. to use forthwith & interact via).

Yes, that’s right. We’ve been everso fucking busy.

Hello You Little Buggers.

This week one half of + The Woman of The House traveled on April 3rd to The Music Club in Bristol to meet, interview & record a live show by Red Hunter of Peter & The Wolf (from Austin TX, not that Liverpool shower).

The resultant chaos (i.e. one half of’s continuing battle with modern day technology - this time the interview mic dying the night before the trip/interview - & the interview thereafter, conducted exactly how it tells you not to do so in the Interviewing For Dummies manual, e.g. don’t fawn & coo at your subject like some lovestruck teenager with hormones to burn), & clarity/beauty (Red Hunter’s admirable ignorance of the lack of any real point in some of the more rambling *ahem* questions + Red’s astonishingly lovely 30minute+ set) is very much here for your absolute listening pleasureables.

Here, then, you, is the running order for them eyes to drink in:

Interview

1) The Owl

2) The Ivori Palms

Interview

3) The Fall* — NOT from the night, but a Daytrotter Session

4) A Hundred Days

Interview

5) Scarlet and Gray

6) Silent Movies

Interview

7) People Of The Night

8) Dear Old Robyn

Interview

*The Fall is the number Red opened with, but ½DC was pissing about with the recording equipment thinking he was simply warming up. Of course, he wasn’t & ½DC missed the opener as a result. Twat.

There’s also that titchy matter of the Peter & The Wolf competition to win an exclusive & unique hand drawn + signed version of his brand new(ish) CD Ivori Palms.

Riddle me this, then, you:

What’s the name of the war photographer** Red Hunter cites as his major influence?

Please send your answers to thewaitingroom (@) btinternet.com by Sunday 13th April 2008 & the winner shall be announced on next week’s show.

‘course, Mr. Toad, off of that there Song, By Toad, once again shares another selection of new songs by new artists, scattered amongst that foul language of his, in a celebration of the Fence Homegame Festival what he & Mrs Toad did recently attend.

Cheers a lot, then, & go listen & enter.

½DC + TWoTH

**visit Peter & The Wolf’s myspace space profile page for a large clue in the shape of the answer.

& so, to politics.

This week Mr. Fisk, himself fanny-spat into the arms of a pre-Mugabe Zimbabwe, bumblingly musters the extreme brass orbs to wax lyrical on the relative ease of *ahem* life under the zero tolerance regime of the aforementioned murderous fucknut of a dictator (if the residents would only just ignore the politics & just get on with it - shades of Norman Tebbit, per chance?).

His counsel in such matters? The source of this blithering ignorance? A Zimbabwean, weighed down with an excess of (one can only surmise, raped, slaughtered & pillaged) money to fritter, he chatted to once via an on-line poker site.

Suffice to say, the resultant atmosphere in Drunk Country House Studio resembled that of a critical mass explosion in an exasperation factory.

& if that wasn’t bad enough, & against the flow of better judgement, one half of remarkably turned the evening’s playlist over to Mr. Fisk’s obsessional indulgence in all things early ’90s, laced heavily with a base ingredient of indie dance. Wouldn’t you know it, even Mr. Toad, (off of musi-blog deliciousness Song By, Toad), joined in with a quatrain of indie disco cuts — albeit accompanied by a contextual bewilderment the size of a white elephant.

Expect BPMs, baggyism, foul language & a giddying naïvité not seen this side of Chamberlain’s blank paper acceptance of Hitler’s half-baked pledge to not do anything silly.

May mercy Lord it up on our souls.

½DC + Fisk

This week’s cultural misfeasance what is The Waiting Room, continues to stumble ever onwards toward a serious contravening of the Trade Descriptions Act (1968), what with persistently dashing promises of professional maturity. Such lofty notions & ambitions can, one is assured, be stuffed up The Man’s pock-marked arse.

To the Skylark!

Mr. Fisk (& his perversely odd view of just about everything) is back, as is The Toad (off of Song, By Toad) with a particularly potty-mouthed take on the history of genre Hip Hop (viewed, daringly, via a pair of white 30-something Middle Class eyes), as well as the perennially poorly one half of (This week? A cold. Man Flu. The sniffles, with a bit of a throaty cough. The wobbling, moaning gay).

Musically, you may get your self equal parts gristle-stiff & glisten-sticky over Man Man, Cloud Cult, We The They, Fleet Foxes, Deer Tick, Port O’Brien, The Social Services, Pattern Is Movement, Forest City Lovers & the very much in evidence many more.

That, then, as we say, is all (for, as always, now. At least).

x ½DC + Fisk

p.s. the promo fliers each contain a detail from L.S. Lowry’s Father & Sons (1950. Oil on canvas). Lowry is a particular obsession of one half of’s & it has taken him until now to worm one of Lowry’s works into an advertisement for the show. Still, you won’t forget those eyes in a hurry eh?

Flippin’ ‘ell.

What a marvelous little show we have here, topped & tailed by them there lovelies Prince Edward Island.

Mr. Toad, off of Song, By Toad, has a lovely selection section also.

What are you waiting for then? Stop reading, get clicking, start listening. It’s that ‘king easy.

Ta.

x ½DC

Hello Drunklings.

This evening ½DC has got un TWR très spécial for you; land an ear, then, if you will, to the seemed like a good idea at the time appearance of Drunk Country House’s cookin’ & a-cleanin’ & a-moppin’ female sort — or, The Woman Of The House as she is employed.

Indeed, one half of has graciously allowed said TWoTH an unpaid break from all that there ironing & grouting in order to spew forth her read in a book opinions on everything from (a) why Welsh language tele-abysmal station S4C has a limited shelf life, to (b) Broadway stage shows built around board games & Elaine Paige.

Proper drunk she were too, (said TWoTH, not Paige), what with every word messily slurred as if to drive that particularly wobbly nail home.

Mr. Toad, from off of that there delightful Song, By Toad musi-rant blogspace, is all smart & proper as per.

You know what to do.

x ½DC + TWoTH

So, then, you. This particular show, presided over by that there one half of + Mr. Nick O’Larse Fisk O’Larse, finds drunken shambles at its zenith.

“Shit-faced to cockery” is just one of many ways you could quite reasonably put it.

Marvel, then, at Mr. Nick O’Larse Fisk O’Larse’s astonishingly mind-hurtin’ dream & mouth-gape at the Bourbon-pickled one half of’s strenuous attempt at keeping it all together.

Song, By Toad’s Mr. Toad, with his structured & positively professional section selection, unfairly gets torn a new one by the dribblingly munted co-host pair. Appalling behaviour, ’specially as Toad is the soberist element of the entire endeavour.

Tread lightly, dear listener.

x ½DC + Mr. Fisk

This week, the wonderful Mr. Toad, off of that there even more wonderfuller Song, By Toad musi-cum-social commentary-type blog, joins in on the chaos with some foul-mouthed recommendations of musics what you, the listening few, should be buying with your hard earned pocket money.

Song, By Toad Recommends/Presents (whatever we decide to both call it) shall become a regular feature on this here show, so tuck in.

x ½DC

Here be the show what almost broke poor ol’one half of’s noggin, what with all the mad time loops & screwball antics (laid on in an effort to present an homage to a couple of Monty Python’s Flying Circus episodes) popping up between the sheer brilliance of the musi-selections culled from the Drunk Country Archives.

What will certainly be confusing (for those listening to the podcast but didn’t listen in to the show when it went out live - let that be a lesson to you, eh?) is the fake interweb connection failures & TWR intro/theme tune re-starts/loops.

The everso cheeky inclusion of the ErrorFM technical problem/safety net music + messages, (what is normally played when there is a technical fault with the station, or the next DJ in the schedule hasn’t opened his streaming channel quick enough), to the evening’s playlist didn’t half hurt the hell out of the linear thought processes of those who did catch the show in all its what the hell’s going on live glory. It made I laugh.

Go fathom, then.

½DC

My Odeo Channel (odeo/72d4c6052b569bf8)

Joining the ever tongue fumbling one half of tonight is, again, Mr. Nick Fisk - he of the celebrity bait/fight story & a world view what be askew to much of contemporary analysis. The selections of music, however, are sweeter than a sugar dipp’d nipple.

Suckle, then.

x ½DC + Fisk

ps. if you are of a mind, &, heck, why the fiddle wouldn’t you discerning folk not be, if you click the word Xtra (what is also the name of a page yo’ll find tabbed at the top of this here ‘Home’ page) you’ll find some very old podcasts done by one half of under the moniker of a Drunk Country Ramble with a Drunk Country Gent. Free music. Free solo ramble & a plethora of um’s err’s & stutterations. You lucky, lucky bastards.

Corblimeyguvnor & all that.

Here be the podcasted recording of that there ErrorFM radio-style musi-show The Waiting Room, dated up there above & known as (for this instance) Drunk Covers V. 3 hours long, it is, too.

The playlist, then:

1) Starman – Dar Williams / David Bowie

41) What A Wonderful Surprise – Overdub / Louis Armstrong vs. Radiohead

Tuck in, then.

x ½DC

Following an exhausting (financially & mentally) 10day sojourn to Las Vegas in the United States of dear old one half of is again ensconced back at Drunk Country House & the podcast of the ErrorFM above dated radio-style music show is uploaded below for your downloading & re-listening displeasure.

A vast swathe of musi-goodness has been crammed into this show, so go click the button.

x ½DC

Well, then, *sniff*, here it is. Ms Hope Eternal’s final ever show as the Captain of this here ever-listing vessel The Waiting Room.

Apologies for the ungodly 2 day wait for said podcast (link below), but (guess what?) technical issues meant Hope’s mic levels were abysmally low. Therefore one half of took it upon himselfsome to edit the show for maximum sentiment. This happened on Thursday evening (starting at 5.30pm, finishing 2am) & levels were duly equalised.

*sigh*

Off she goes, then, a-singin’ & a-cacklin’ like a hoary old Martine Mccutcheon.

Anyway. Pull your selves together. &, for the last time in her company, enjoy…

x HE + ½DC

In between Mr. Fisk declaring Thom Yorke an arsehole, smashing up Radiohead’s new CD In Rainbows with a mallet in HMV, rescuing crippled flies from a date with a rolled up newspaper, & slagging off the rather wonderful songbytoad.com’s musical recommendations, for no reason other than Mr. Fisk believes himself to be too old to determine what is “cool” or “in” these days, one half of managed to play some cocking marvelous tunes.

Whip crack away, then, you.

½DC + Fisk

Hello You!

Look, then, then listen, then, for ’tis this here The Waiting Room’s ½DC’s ONE FULL YEAR OF BEING BROADCAST ON t’ERRORFM ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL show — well, kinda sorta almost, ish.

Unfortunately, as per Christing usual, Ms Hope Eternal is, once abloodygain, AWOL — for her own party!

Just what’s a wee ol’ one half of to do? Carry on as damn usual, is what; & carry on is exactly what ½DC pretty much did. Albeit drunkfaced & slurring.

Join, then, you, then, for some ridicularse wondrarse musicalisations from the world o’ independant recordings.

x HE (in laborious absentia) + ½DC

p.s. Buy, why don’t you, Christine Fellows’ extraordinarily breathtaking new album Nevertheless from here, or here. Dig?

First show of the New Year, so it is. Still minus Ms Eternal. Pattern forming, anyone?

Anyhoo, on this week’s safe-sex show we explore the deliriously good worlds of Christine Fellows, The Lisps, Josse, Two Loons For Tea, Strip Squad, Man Man, The Second Band, Scout Niblet, Bear Country & the now customary Many More Besides.

Dig in, then, you.

½DC

Well, Ladies & Gentlemen of the Listening Few: here we be & it are. The final show of 2007. Sniffle not.

As has been the trend for the past 2+ months Ms Hope Eternal were supposed to be joining me for the final show of the year, but technological trickeries got in the way & ballsed it up. Neverfuckingmind, you’ll live. Instead ½DC yanked ol’ Saint Nick himself (Fisk, that is) into the studio to wrap up the year with a very special Christmas Request Show what contained nothing but songs requested by you lot for your ears & pleasuring.

In summary, though, it are been a rumpy pumpy ride over the last year & we are muchly enjoyed it all — despite the sore & flattened arse flabber from the sitting & the hours after hours facing forwards towards computer terminals & not much else ‘cept for the same wall & framed picture on it.

Still, we done gone played some absolutely deliriously divine music over these past months & it has been a joy & a privilege to meet all the bands/artistes + PR ferrets + management grumpies/excitables. It are been a damn fine pleasure to be able to ramble & jabber nonsense & blather to you, at you, despite you, for the last however long. How on this God’s green one did you stick with it?

Thank you to ALL the radio show regular & transient listenerships +, especially, ALL OF YOU podcast downloaders/feeders/streamers out there in interwebland. Yes, that’s right, YOU. Since May this year we have discovered a massive audience WORLDWIDE has been repeatedly interested in what we play (&, weirdly, therefore, what we say).

May 2008 continue the trend & keep us/you informed as to what is musically quite enchanting while we blather on as fricking usual.

Download this, the Christmas Request Show Special, then, you, pour a tall one, & tuck your damn selves in.

A very Merry Etc. & an ecstatically Happy New So Forth to you, yours, theirs, thems & whomevers.

x HE (in absentia) + ½DC + Fisk + All @ TWR

Once, twice, three times a lady goes the popular song, & it is with this firmly in our mind’s annoyance box that we welcome Mr Nickelarse Fisk (Ex-of-Hope Eternal) back into the fold for another desperate shot at rambling infamy on our penultimate show of 2007. Already already?

Tales, then, of the other half of’s wedding bash in the wilds of Valley/bandit-based Wales, breaking into houses via a wobbling ladder, pissed, & with shrieking bridesmaids anchoring your wherewithall, & Mr. F’s attempts at copping off & slipping one to a variously deranged & deluded female sort of the rasp Jo Wiley school of tact, charm & bullshit floaters; plus (via a very loose justification) many, many, many references to The Fucking Mountains of British Columbia.

Oh, there’s also deliriously shitting good music choices from the jukebox fingerling what be one half of Drunk Country.

Clicketh yonder button, then, thee & embrace what be good waxing for your burgeoning tinnitus.

½DC + Fisk

It had to be done. People actually asked for him. Therefore, against all sane judgement, a hungover Mr. Nickelarse Fisk returns. This time with tales of Julian Lennon & indie girls with lisps.

Quality just isn’t a word. It’s 7 letters in a specific order what may spell Q.U.A.L.I.T.Y. but is, very much so, prounounced The Waiting Room.

Kiss m’sel’.

½ DC + Fisk

With the continued ill-based absence of one Ms Hope Eternal, there was nothing for one half of to do but rope in her ex husband, one Mr. Fisk, to co-host this week’s offal; complete, he is, with his own Techno Techno Techno composition, Christ help us.

Listen in, then, to the descent.

½DC + Fisk

TOM WAITS SPECIAL

Exactly what it says on the tin.

½DC

This very week on that there The Waiting Room, in an everso special pre-recorded show & tell, one half of is joined quite actually by the other half of Drunk Country.

Battling tsumani-fat post-stag night hangovers, gallumphing great sound issues & a serious lack of pink wine, both halves of tackle such burning nonsense as Cerys Matthews slutting it up on I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here & why she will forever more to be referred to as a LL* List ‘Celeb’; Johnny Cash’s funeral arrangements; gay Uncles who aren’t Uncles at all; shopping tips for wife-types what like Top Shop; why Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, Broken Social Scene & Animal Collective are shite (because they are, that’s why, so shut your fucking bleating); how to stop Heather Mills-McCartney once & for ever, plus the difficulty in remembering each other’s names for the sake of blogosphere mystique & historical radio continuity.

Listen in, then, you, to the clitter clatter of their stop start stop starting stops.

x HE + ½DC + t’other ½DC

Never underestimate the Power of the Farce…

½DCx

More blather & dribble from one half of in this week’s adventures of The Waiting Room.

On this week’s show, listen as ½DC gushes like a popped cock over the likes of Agnes Kain, Winter Took His Life, Anna Ternheim, The Bird & The Bee, Patty Griffin, Over The Rhine & the customary many more.

Listen, then, is it?

x HE + ½DC

The 3hr Hallowe’en Special.

I think we’ve said more than enough to get your gnashers glistening with glee.

Gee up, then.

½DC

Hello Pledglings.

Here be the version of chaos provisionally then definitely referred to as The Waiting Room broadcast, such as it were, Wednesday 24th October 2007.

one half of Drunk Country gets very excitable during said radioness & accidentally tongue fumbles his words on a very obvious track title what is, in retrospect, embarrassingly Am-Dram cringey.

Still, rectify we did.

Listen, then.

½DC

How Do, You.

Take the urban squirrel.

We would like nothing better than to hammer out a peaceful negotiation settlement.  We’d like to sit down with some senior squirrels & say Help yourself to the pine kernels but lay off the cherry tomatoes… 

Clearly that’s not possible, but now you have the growing phenomenon of squirrels that, whilst foraging, stumble upon stashes of crack cocaine, left in public parks by drug dealers & they need only ingest a very small amount, before they turn incredibly violent; we have seen a squirrel turn from sweetness to grrr! in an instant. 

It is frightening. 

They are very aggressive. 

They’re all like Tupac Shakur or 50 Pence Piece or whatever he calls himself.  They know no fear & you can say what you like about anger management but if it’s between us & a Crack SQUIRREL, we will take that squirrel down.  We will take that squirrel down to China town.

Music, then, is it?

½DC

‘ello Pretty Laydee.

Here we are, here we are, in our paisley crib.

Here then, then, be that The Waiting Room radio-style show from that there date what be above.

Dig?

Now run & tell yo’momma ’bout that.

½DC

Hello You, You Shifters, You.

Here be the show what be the show on the date above what be the show about the show we done did some many moons hence but never did digi-record, let alone podcast, because we weren’t of a right mind thinking that way when we first did said show what this show is about.

Not so much a repeat, not so much a cheat.  Moreso a Director’s Cut.

Cue playlist:

Drunk Covers REDUX

Detholtz – Celebration (Kool & the Gang)

OK Go – Ant Music (Adam & the Ants)

The Boss Hoss – Unbelievable (EMF)

Mark Ronson & Alex Greenwald – Just (Radiohead)

David Kitt – Teenage Riot (Sonic Youth)

Axton Kincaid – I Wanna Be Adored (The Stone Roses)

Alison Krauss – 9 to 5 (Dolly Parton)

The Polyphonic Spree – Lithium (Nirvana)

Magnet w/Gemma Hayes – Lay Lady Lay (Bob Dylan)

The Lancaster Orchestra – Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want (The Smiths)

Nick Cave – Disco 2000 (Pulp)

Jorge Drexler – High & Dry (Radiohead)

Benjamin Costello - Such Great Heights (The Postal Service)

Pyeng Threadgill – Close To Me (The Cure)

Syreeta – She’s Leaving Home (The Beatles)

Al Green – I Wanna Hold Your Hand (The Beatles)

Lena Horne & Gabor Szabo – Rocky Raccoon (The Beatles)

Mae – A Day In The Life (The Beatles)

M Ward – Story of an Artist (Daniel Johnston)

Frente! – Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order)

Clem Snide – I’ll Be Your Mirror (Velvet Underground)

The Blue Hawaiians – Jockey Full of Bourbon (Tom Waits)

Nina Gordon – Straight Out of Compton (Niggaz With Attitude)

Scala – Teenage Dirtbag (Wheatus)

En, as they apparently say, joy.

½DC

Here it is then, you.

The show what be done on the date above full up of illness & bum-grumbles & droning noises from both mouth & mound.  Sweet sounds cometh from the airwaves & not a drop of nasty to frig with your earholinesses.

Music, then?

x HE + ½DC

Hello Darling.

Well, then, eh?

Here be the podcast of the show that were on that radio-style broadcast outlet what be known as ErrorFm the very evening of the date that is up above.

Descending, as one would, into repeated airings of the letter ‘F’ word via Sweary Marying, following a gallumphing great naughty-worded musi-track about that there singer/songwriter/oxygen cancer James Cunt, this particular show is one of great triumph over very little at all.  Business as usual, then.

So, you know, tune in. 

Ta.

HE + ½DC

Hell-o You, You Pert Miserablites, You.

Here be the show, then, what had a serious drop-out mid-ramble by one half of because of our Father who art in Skype deciding it would be fun to simply just cut the connection & sit back, pipe in chops, slippers on the footrest, & martini swilling around his gullet, like a UK-most-wanted nestling into some Costa Del bolt hole in the 1980s.

Hope recovered, though, if a little Headlight Rabbit Stew-like.

Listen, then, you.

Ta.

HE + ½DC

Hello Chicken Puff Pastry Pies.

Welcome, then, you, to Drunk Covers IV - the FULL UK ALBUM PREVIEW of Engine Room Recordings’ GUILT BY ASSOCIATION sparkly lovely covers album show.

Ms Hope Eternal & one half of Drunk Country did one of them there deals with the Divil & secured an Exclusive for that there ErrorFm radio-style radio station whereby we gots to play the whole damn album on the day of its release in that there United Kingdom of Britain. 

We also got to play a few other cover versions, as is our wont, by lovely musical types, to top & tail the full evenings proceedings.

Excited?  Wet ‘em?  Don’t be shy, we’re all giddy in our knickers today.

Here, then, are the tracks what are on the list of joy:

1) Lebenon Junior High Chorale – Where Everybody Knows Your name (Theme From Cheers)

19) Kate Havnevik – The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (Ewan MaColl & Peggy Seeger)

Tissues, anyone?

HE + ½DC

Hello Chipper Chaps & welcome to The Waiting Room.

Hope Eternal is back.  one half of Drunk Country is back.  The chaos & blather & anti-Winehouseness is back.  The technical + sound issues are back (apologies, folks, for the final 5 minutes of nasty sound bomb; we thinks it were our Father who art in Skype nodding off). 

So, sit thee down, then, plug thee in & enjoy:

Kate Nash + The Sheds + Noah & The Whale + St. Vincent + Rats With Wings + The Snake The Cross The Crown + Arrah & The Ferns + Right Away, Great Captain (Manchester Orchestra) + Amy LaVere + Hello Saferide + The Czars + Jesca Hoop + Alaska in Winter, Featuring Beirut + Majorie Thompson + Meg Baird + Sia + Laura Groves + Eef Barzelay (Clem Snide) + Two Gallants + SoKo

Feeling spoiled yet?

HE + ½DC  

Are you chewing at the back?

Here, then, be, as in *phew* thank fudge, the THIRD (& final) pre-recorded show of that there The Waiting Room, for the verymuch&thensome ErrorFm.

Again, the non availability of Ms Hope Eternal sees one half of Drunk Country stumble his alcohol-drenched-ass way through a near perfect two hours of village fete competition winning jam-packed musi-deliciousness. 

That & the delicious fact that one half of has cracked the multi-sound issues plaguing the recent outings & this wonderfully produced show is crystal clear & penetratively satisfying.  Hubba Hubba.

Water, then, your taste buds thus: Pelle Carlberg, Jennie Abrahamson, Laura Jansen, Oh No! Oh My!, Flash Hawk Parlor Ensemble, Andrew Bird, Gruff Rhys (off of Super Furry Animals), Richard Hawley (off of Longpigs & Pulp & that), JT Mouse (the other half of Drunk Country’s original musi-job), Daniel Johnston, Bowerbirds, Man Man, The Decemberists, The Dixie Hummingbirds, Jesca Hoop, Magnetic Fields, + Angus & Julia Stone.

That’s, like, the best sex you ever had.

Admit it.

We’ve ruined you for other shows.

Leave the money on the sideboard when you leave.

HE + ½DC

How do.

This here be the SECOND in a series of THREE pre-recorded shows of The Waiting Room on that there ErrorFM.  This one, though, haves a slight difference to it in that one half of the two-part tagteam what be Ms Hope Eternal + one half of Drunk Country is, as ‘they’ don’t say, absent with time off in lieu (T.O.I.L. as it is known, in the United of the Kingdom’s Government ant farm, the Civil Service).

This time around the mountain, one half of Drunk Country battles with the silence of a non response & wobble-wanders (like a shat-pants Paula Radcliffe) struggling publicly with a marathon of Grolsch lager & South African Merlot.

Scrabbling fat-bass sound issues aside (for, my, aren’t there always?): delight in the following:

Bowerbirds, The Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players, Kev Russell’s Junker, April Smith, Bryan Scary, Jennifer O’Connor, Page France, Abra Moore, Antje Duvekot, Peter & The Wolf, The Gourds, The Salty Pirates, Hello Saferide, + Maia Hirasawa.

Crack one off, then, is it, you.

x HE + ½DC

Hello cheeky monkeys.

Here’s a thing: them that are Ms Hope Eternal & one half of Drunk Country have both taken leave of their senselessness & off popped (separately, not at all sexually together) to various locations in the guise of “getting away for a bit”. “a bit” being three sun-stroking weeks.

As, then, a result, in very much the direct sense, here be the FIRST in a series of THREE pre-recorded shows of the ever immoral The Waiting Room radio-style music & chat style show on that there ErrorFm, what was done by them dawggone hosts.

This evening’s bulimic overflow includes JENNIFER O’CONNER, KATHARINE WHALEN, THE LOVEMAKERS, CATHERINE FEENY, EUROS CHILDS, NANCY ELIZABETH CUNLIFFE, WOODEN WAND & THE SKY HIGH BAND, THE SLEEPING YEARS, THE SALTY PIRATES, POLYPHONIC SPREE, SONS & DAUGHTERS, THE SHEDS, KIMYA DAWSON, & ARRAH & THE FERNS (as well as the customary “many more”).

That & a veritable smorgasbord of nonsense & drivel from your wine-sodden hosts.

Lap it, then, you, up.

x HE + ½DC