the first half of the show is my own take on commercial FM Radio, and the likely shitely music you can expect to hear. i guess i could have developed this more, but before i can the show takes a gradual slide into pure self-absorbed, drunken mysogyny recorded in the back alley of a central square bar. this is tempered with a hacked music box hooked up to a piezo driven homemade slinky reverb unit and ray wilsonâ€™s weird sound generator. our only hope is skrillmeadow, who is in my opinion is the only valid reason to log onto myspace. if only there were more like him. the other three discernable songs are dirty rituals, sewage and sexist pig, all originals circa 2002-3. enjoy this one, quality is fleeting.