Some New Kind of Kick Week Five

No week four, unfortunately. The radio station desk had broken, and it took me a while to get used to the low-tech replacement. Too much dead air and awkwardness to inflict on you lovely children. Instead, please enjoy week five! Still struggled with the crappy back-up desk, hence the odd silence or two, and you'll have to fiddle with the volume control a bit so that the music isn't deafeningly loud or my voice isn't a tiny whisper (Unless, of course, you only want to listen to the music, for which I would not blame you), but, all in all, not a disastrous hour's worth of broadcasting, I reckon. An imaginatively conceived Christmas special. Festive garage, soul and girl group pop, y'all. Écoutez et répétez...

Some New Kind of Kick Week Five

Some New Kind of Kick Week Three

Like hearing me apologise and use the word 'fantastic' a lot? Enjoy the sound of a man floundering over even the most basic of audio technologies? Then you're gonna love week three of Some New Kind of Kick! A pretty chaotic one this week, up until the point official S.N.K.K. style guru Ms. Phebe Hunnicutt arrives on the scene to provide a rare few moments of professional-sounding radio. Check that shit out, why don't you...

Some New Kind of Kick Week Three

When I get home tonight, I'll try and post an MP3 of the Sir Victor Uwaifo track that I so tantalisingly previewed before my hour finished.

Sir Victor Uwaifo & His Melody Maestros -- Osalobua Rekpama

Some New Kind of Kick Week Two

Hello children. Welcome to my radio show. Seeing as how you normal people are probably working at 11am-12 noon Tuesdays, I'm going to post mp3s of the show here. Shhh! Don't tell anyone. I'm probably not supposed to. Anyway, enjoy week two. Week one was mainly top draw tunes and a small amount of directionless mumbling from me. Week two features equally awesome tunage but more of me! Still fairly directionless and mumbly, but I think it's getting a little better. It's difficult to get into full devastating wit mode when you're sitting in a dingy studio on your own. Need a co-host. For some reason I begin the show by saying "Hello comrades." Like a twat.

Some New Kind of Kick Week 2