Episode 131 - We’re Not Exactly In Baudelaire Territory

Today is one of those episodes that might give you whiplash. I should say that this episode was recorded before the 16th of July and thus we don't make reference to certain events around our second artist. Plus we step on an aural boobie trap!

Yes yes yes! We're back with more silly titles and sillier "banter" (horrible word). In fact, "bants" is a word for the lowest echelon of humanity. If you participate in "bants" then you are officially dead to us. Sorry, where was I... Oh yeah. Its ENOE!

This week, in between the music chat, we talk about the lost computer wars (Amstrad), a bit of East is East, the strange history of Gregorian chanting in pop music, and lovely ol' Bernard Cribbins gets a look in. Plus the usual nonsense. 

Hark... do you hear it... on the wind... the faint chiming of bells and a whiff of trademan's tea. It also get a bit creepy, a bit stupid, and we move from one shore to another. Trust me, it'll make sense once you've listened to it.

Here at ENOE Towers the airconditioning has totally packed in, Sigourney Weaver is running through the vents with a flame throwers (there aren't aliens, she's just bored), and the fancy zip tap has broken. We're sweltering! But we soldier on through the heatwave to bring you some spicy content, some serious chat, and a new sting that'll be making a regular appearance in the coming weeks.

There is a lot of walk of boys bits here, for which we would apologise... except we shan't. And some poop too. Its all a bit lavatorial this week. Sorry not sorry. Hashtag shan't.

Well dear listener, allow me to give you an inside look at what goes on with the nuclear powered production line here at ENOE Towers. One of our number does the editing, and another one of us deals with the online aspects (scheduling etc.). When I do this part, I check the notes that ML has left for me. Today's notes for this episode simply state "LM doesn't like a butt plug". I do not understand this. I shall have to relisten to find out. And so will you...

I think its fair to say that this is one of the least focused, rambling... shall we say "exploratory" episodes we've ever produced. The tangents are plentiful and distended. Somewhere amongst it all we do get the job done, but its a journey. Maybe pack a snack for the road?

Roll up! Roll up! That’s right folks. Step right up and witness the most incredibly, jawslackingly, uppity, pretentious title we’ve ever managed as a show. Trust Craig and Liam to argue to this degree of absurdity. We also talk about music too. So we’ve got that going for us.

In which our intrepid heroes encounter very grim 1970s metaphors for women, Liam turns on himself, we hear about being sick in a bed, and someone might come in like a demolition device. or not. We simply don't know.