And welcome to Roadkill Radio, or welcome back to Roadkill Radio. I am your host, Benny Two Shoes. It's been seven long, long years since the last Roadkill Radio episode. And well, such as it is with this silly little show, it has a pull, kind of like the mafia. And I've been resisting. I've been resisting, but it just keeps pulling me and pulling me and pulling me. And now I am under Roadkill Radio's spell. It's an entity unto itself. The band you just heard was the White Elephants from Geelong, Victoria, Australia, and the song 'Vic Morrow's Head' from the 'Vic Morrow's Head/You Endanger Us' 7" from 1990. Now this is a very interesting song for two reasons. Firstly, the White Elephants. Who are the White Elephants? All I've ever seen released from them is this single from 35 years ago. And when you go to look on the internet, there's bugger all information about them. I don't know the band members' names or anything. Maybe someone out there can help me out on that. And if you can, that would be good. Just hit me up @roadkillradiogo on X. Or you can contact us going the formal route. And that is roadkillradioshow.com/contact. And if you know anything about the White Elephants, let me know. So with that in mind, I thought I'd ask ChatGPT. I asked, "Do you know anything about the band from Australia called the White Elephants, who had a single called 'Vic Morrow's Head' released on Dogmeat Records in the 1990s?" ChatGPT replied, "The White Elephants were an Australian band that garnered some attention during the 1990s. They are known for their 1990 single "Vic Morrow's Head", which was released on the Melbourne-based Dogmeat record label. Really good ChatGPT. Thank you. So advanced, AI. So advanced. So then I thought, okay, fine, it doesn't have much information. In fact, it has zero information on the White Elephants. I gave it the information. So I went to the next reason why this song is so interesting. Well, what is it about Vic Morrow's head? All I really know about Vic Morrow is that he was in a couple of things I've seen. The 'Bad News Bears' movie was one of them from when some of us were little children. He was also in the Twilight Zone movie, but that's all I know him from other than the fact that he died on that set during production where a helicopter crashed due to, I think it was some special effects, explosions or something, this is in the early 80s or something, and it killed Morrow by decapitating him. So there's the context. Now, back to the song. As there are a few lyrics which I can't quite decipher, and maybe someone out there can, for 35 years since I first heard the song, I'm basically trying to work out what the song is about. So I'm thinking like, you know, is there some Ed Kemper action going on here, is there going to be some fellating from Vic Morrow's head to one of the White Elephant Boys? Is this what they're getting at? I don't know, or maybe that's just where my dark mind goes. I'm not sure. And what do you do in 2025 when you're not sure? You ask ChatGPT. Chat, "Can you give me the lyrics to 'Vic Morrow's Head' by the White Elephants?" ChatGPT responds, "No". No. So, okay. I'm like, okay, okay, that's fine. And so then I asked, "Can you please help me with an analysis of the songs themes?" ChatGPT responds, "No". So that's pretty much the extent of White Elephants and 'Vic Morrow's Head'. I will never play them again, because I only know two of their songs, and one of their songs I can't find. Now, to more important things, we have the same sponsors as seven years ago, 50Thirdand3rd.com, written by music junkies, for music junkies. You got the 50, you got the THIRD, you have the AND and the 3rd.com. They have music, they have videos, they have articles, they have reviews, they have interviews, they have all sorts of stuff relating to music, and good music, punk, metal, garage, funk, there's some funk, blues, even some jazz. Not much, but some jazz. 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All right, now. I want to talk about something very serious. Over recent years, I have been slowly developing what can only be described as a neck vagina. And, you know, if you don't know what I'm talking about, I guess the most recognizable neck vagina is that of Donald Trump's. And I'm now at that stage in my neck vagina metamorphosis, that whenever I see Donald Trump on the TV, I feel my neck. And it's like, is it going to be as bad as that? It's not bad at the moment. It's just a very, very, very faint outline, very faint, of the labia majora. Not quite the full labia majora, just little bits, but you can see it developing. And it's an interesting learning experience as to how the vagina develops. Who knew the majora comes first? Then the minora, I suppose. So we'll see in later years. But this neck vagina, it's very, very disturbing. But luckily for me, I have my very own Roadkill Radio turtle-neck sweater. Ha ha, still got it. That's right, kids, if you go to roadkillradioshow.com/merch, you will find plenty of stuff to buy, like Roadkill Radio turtle-neck sweaters. Or if a turtle-neck sweater isn't your thing, a Roadkill Radio scarf. If you don't like scarves or it's too warm, a Roadkill Radio bandana will cover that neck vagina or even a Roadkill Radio sticker, if you just want a point of difference in this ever homogenizing society we live in. That's roadkillradioshow.com/merch. We also have t-shirts, coasters, posters, hoodies, iPad cases, iPhone covers. We have all sorts of crap. Now, album of the week. I'm not going to tell you who it is yet, but if you want your brain melted, stick around. Throughout the show, I'll give you a series of clues as to who this band might be. If you guess before the band comes on, good for you. Or you can just read the show notes at roadkillradioshow.com/radio. But if you do do that, please realize you're only cheating yourself. Now I'll give you the first clue as to who it might be. They are a band from Rugby England. Okay, that's enough waffling. I have been advised to keep these opening monologues short. So... time to get some shit off the liver. Squatters, fuck you. I live in what can only be described as a borderline third world country. Plenty of poverty. 55% of the population live below the poverty line. Plenty of derelict buildings. No squatters. Not a single squatter. Not one. Mexico, I'm talking about. That's neither here nor there. But then you have the squatters in the western world. Did you ever notice how squatters have the confidence most of us can only dream about? They break into an empty building in broad daylight, and suddenly they're like some kind of property baron. Oh, no utilities? Well, that won't do at all. No doors, no refrigerator? We have rights too, you know. And just on squatters' rights as an aside. It's just the modern day version of staking a flag in your neighbor's pool and, I don't know, declaring it your own personal Caribbean getaway or something. I don't even know if that makes sense. It doesn't have to make sense. Why? Because I'm a homeowner. We don't need to make sense. And look, I understand. People get themselves in all sorts of dire situations. Now, I would have empathy if I didn't already know that most of these pricks are from middle class suburbs and are only but a phone call away from moving back in with Mummy and Daddy. And you might be asking yourself, Benny Two Shoes, how do you know this? Well, I was a squatter too once. Not for long. A couple of months tops, nothing serious. But have a guess where I'm from. I'm from South Frankston, a middle class suburb in the Melbourne metropolitan area. That's how I know. Guaranteed, 100% of the squatters that I squatted with were all more middle class, dare I say, than couple shopping at a farmer's market on a Sunday morning or a bored housewife taking yoga classes in the hope to have an affair with the instructor. But, I'll give them this. They have some staying power. I can't even stay in line at the supermarket for more than two minutes without losing my mind. Meanwhile, these numbnuts are camping out for years in some sort of game of endurance monopoly, where squatters aren't just winning, but they're also the old mustachioed capitalist gentleman with the monocle and cane. And the term squatter could not be more accurate. You ever seen them in action? They don't walk, they peruse and shuffle, settling in the shadows like a night stalker with a bad taste in decor. But yet, we try to be nuanced. Look, there is a romanticism to it, isn't there? The spontaneous drifter, some hipster minimalist, not knowing where he's going to lay his crusty head night after night, living outside of society. And here's the twist. They will never willingly leave. Legally, morally, existentially. You think you've got them, but no, no, no, they'll claim Adverse Possession Rights. Sounds like the latest churn of reality show bullshit that's force-fed down our throats every goddamn year. Adverse Possession, the pioneers of under-eviction sabotage. Starring this white dreadlock guy from the middle-class suburbs. He'll play you a Bob Dylan song very, very badly, just as soon as he smokes some piss-soaked weed that he found under the mattress. Like it or not, we are learning a lot from these nuff-nuffs. They are continually displaying to us, the semi-honest ones, that in a chaotic world, if you squat hard enough, if you dream dark enough, you too can be a property baron and take a shit on the chest of those who dare care enough to contribute to a decaying society. Squatters, fuck you. I was standing in my kitchen this morning, leaning against the bench, you know, eye gunk, slimy arse, sweaty balls, still asleep, you know, making my celery juice, and I'm watching the juicer, that little component go round and round and round and round. And I'm in a hypnotic trance. And I begin thinking about vitamins and nutrients and photosynthesis and what an honor it is to live under a sun that provides us warmth and light and therefore photosynthesis and therefore nutrients. And it's spinning around and around and around and I'm slouching low, man. And I've got my chin resting on the bench and I'm feeling like a hypnotized chicken staring at the tip of Farmer Joe's index finger, round and round and round. When it occurred to me that if I was ever going to open a hairdressing salon, I would call it Mein Herr. You probably wouldn't open it up in Germany, but I think we get the reference. And it would be M-I-N-E-H-A-I-R. And the logo would be really cool. It would just be Hitler's hair and mustache. No face, nothing, just the hair and the mustache. It's an iconic logo. It's recognizable. But the kicker is, if you're a guy, you can only get the Hitler do, nothing more, maybe a mustache trim. And if you're a chick, you can only get the Ava Braun style. Not very flattering. But have you ever met a copraphiliac with a good hairstyle? I certainly haven't. Anyway, I'm thinking it could be a franchise, but you have to open it up like in Nigeria or somewhere where the reference may not be as recognizable. Sure, Hitler's recognizable in Nigeria. I think we all know that. It's common knowledge that the Nigerians and Hitler, you know what I mean? But it would be less recognizable, especially if you're out in a small town, middle of Nigeria, some shanty town. You could open it up there. Problem is, you wouldn't make any money. Also, trying to give a black person a Hitler do, that is impossible. You'd have to be one skilled hairdressing whiz if you're going to be able to pull that off, or plenty of product like car grease. Anyway, you heard songs, plenty of songs. And what do I do? Let's start at the top of the bracket. You heard the Scaners from France, bit of a fave on this radio show. The song was 'Satellite Rain' from their 'Scaners 3' album from last year, out of course on Dirty Water Records. After them, you heard another favorite actually, the Shitdels, who keep putting out absolute killers. The song was called 'Hold On' from the 'Where's Your Head' album from last year. The dirtiest, they're going on tour. The song 'Quando C'era Lui', as I said, yeah, they'll be on tour. And they are going to Europe. They're going to be playing in Monheim, in Germany, Honigfabrik, in Germany, mein herr, Nachtbar in Amsterdam, Jett... Jett in Brussels, and Como, in Italy. If you want tickets to any of these shows, and you want to know the dates, just go to Bandcamp, or Bands in Town, type in The Dirtiest, or www.dirtiest.it. All the information will be there. Australia's own Amyl and the Sniffers was after that. 'It's Mine' from their album of last year, 'Cartoon Darkness'. The only good song on the album, if I'm to be honest, it is terrible. I think Amy Taylor, who, she seems to wear the pants in that band, and for good reason, mind you. People go to see her. Great performer. But I don't know this for sure. I just get the feeling that she's going a little bit feminista and a little bit 21st century and getting away from those sort of punk roots and becoming, I don't know, more European or something. Like she's been listening to Sleaford Mods or Viagra Boys or something. They don't do it well, Amyl and the Sniffers, and I really wish they'd just stick to their punk roots. As boring as that may sound, I know bands have to evolve, but for me personally, that is one shit album, except, funnily enough, the one punk song on the album. And is there a greater female punk singer on the planet at the moment than Amy Taylor? A killer band from Oklahoma was after Amyl and the Sniffers, the band Other Things, the song 'Silence'. That's a demo. This is Race Baker, better known, I guess, from the Wicked Shimmies, sent me a demo of what they're working on at the moment. It's a relatively new band as I am led to understand, and they'll be putting out a whole heap of stuff soon, and in the coming weeks I'll endeavor to have Race on the show because that Oklahoma scene is killing it. After the Other Things, you heard LA Witch, the song '777', from the DOGGOD album from a month ago or something. Those ladies just get better and better. Everything they put out is great, but they are just incrementally stepping up their game every release. And the song you heard just before was Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs. The song is called 'Toecurler'. The album is called 'Death Hilarious'. And that's from this year. It's a radio announcer with a lisp's curse. A band that names their band seven words, but all the same word, but it has an "s" in it. All right, you are listening to Roadkill Radio. My name is Benny Two Shoes. And let's change this up a little bit. Perhaps, according to Henry Rollins, the only perfect band to have ever existed. That's the Joy Division. Killer song, 'Failures'. It was recorded in 78, but it was only first released in 85 as an unofficial vinyl thing in Italy, of all places, on a record label called Troppo Records. If you're a Discogs nerd, you just go to Discogs and just type in Troppo 315. There it will be. More recently, of course, released on the Substance compilation with all the Joy Division tracks. And yeah, that band does not divide my joy. Prior to that, you heard three songs in the middle of the bracket there. The first one was Brian Eno, 'Baby's on Fire' from his 'Here Come the Warm Jets' album. I think that's his debut solo LP from 1973. Pretty much recorded and released not long after he left Roxy Music and embarked on a further journey of mood and atmosphere and brooding soundtrack. After Eno, you heard a cover of a Brian Eno song, Bauhaus, with 'Third Uncle'. The original Eno track released on his 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy' album. That Bauhaus version was released on 'The Sky's Gone Out' from 1982. And then you heard Dead Cross doing a Bauhaus cover. See what I did there? 'Bela Lugosi's Dead', of course, from their self-titled debut from 2017, and Dead Cross, of course, featuring the great Mike Patton, the great Dave Lombardo. And if you've never heard Mike Patton singing hardcore before, it doesn't show that much on that particular track, but most of their other tracks, Patton's going off, in case you didn't already know. God damn that guy can sing. And we started out the bracket with DAF., the track 'Der Mussolini'. DAF stands for Durch Amerikanische Freundschaft. Very, very German theme. That is from their album Alles ist gut, from 1981. Mein Herr! And attached onto there immediately after DAF was The Normal, the song 'Warm Leatherette', a bit of an electronic blueprint, like a pioneering song, which helped open the door for bands like Human League and other Sheffield bands, Gary Numan, of course. And that's from their 'Warm Leatherette/TVOD' 7-inch from 1978. And that's a project, it was a one-man project from a guy named Daniel Miller, who then went on to start the record label Mute Records, which became a bit of a Sheffield icon. And as with all great stories of the founding of record labels, he only really started Mute Records to release that single 'Warm Leatherette'. And yeah, it became a bit of an electronic icon. You're listening to Roadkill Radio. My name is Benny Two Shoes. More songs. You are listening to Roadkill Radio. My name is Benny Two Shoes. Hope you're enjoying the show. If you're not, bugger off. You just heard Purple Wizard, the song 'I Kinda Think He Does', from the Girlsville Records compilation cassette, 'Stupid Punk Boy', and that was Girlsville Records' album of the week this week. You can get that on Cassette. Go to girlsville.bandcamp.com and pick it up. And also you can buy their entire catalog for 27 bucks. And why not? Stupid not to really. Keeping up the lovey-dovey, romantic, 50s, 60s, feeling girly theme. You heard the Pussycats, 'I Want Your Love from 1965'. Before that, Suzy Quatro's Pleasure Seekers, 'What A Way To Die' from 1966. They're quite naughty little girls back in the day, they were. Prior to that, you heard friends of the show, Ten High from Fayetteville, Arkansas. A song from 2016 called 'Get It Together' from the 'Pipe Dream' 7". And a nicer bunch of people you will not want to meet. Had them on the show many years ago and bloody lovely people. Before that, you heard the Nuns, 'Do You Want Me On My Knees' from the album, 'Naked Save For Boots' from 1986. I don't believe they're nuns at all. I think they're misleading us, I think it's false advertising. They couldn't possibly be taking the piss. And before that, we started out the bracket with The Darts, photographed from their 'Boomerang' album from last year. Also friends of the show, I really, really enjoy name dropping. It's a favorite pastime of mine. And I don't know why it's so frowned upon in our modern society, but I'm going to keep doing it and I'm going to try and bring it back. As Regurgitator said, I sucked a lot of cock to get where I am. And it will get you far. It's time for... Oh my god, it's that time. It's that time. I'm looking at the run sheet. It is that goddamn time. Okay, Poindexters, it is that time of day where you grab your girl... I'm sorry, you don't have a girl? That's because you're a nerd! So step away from your Dungeons and Dragons game, take the chess piece out of your arse, go and buy a canister of Old Spice, chuck it under the arms, a little bit on the balls, and saunter off to your little box social where little Susie, the head cheerleader, is waiting. Her boyfriend's a jerk. Kevin is a jerk. He kissed Betty Sue behind her back, and she's looking to get sweet revenge. Now, in fairness, you don't have that much of a chance. But go anyway, and just see how you go. You walk up to little Susie, you grab her by the shol... actually, don't do that. Don't do that. Walk up to little Susie and ask nicely, "Susie, would you like to dance?" And she'll say, "No" at first, because you're pimply and you've got tape between your glasses and a pocket protector, all that stuff. It's fine. Okay? What you do is you go to the dance floor and clench those fists, close your eyes, screw up your face, and you dance in the most uptight style possible. Why? Because you're a nerd and that's all you know. Pretty soon, little Susie will see the charm in that, and she'll look over at Kevin, and he'll be drinking and pushing his buddies around, and she'll screw up her face and go... pfft... and she will walk over to you, and she will put her arms around you, and you ask her respectfully if you can do the same, and you will be slow dancing in moments. But prior to the slow dance, you're gonna get down and jiggy with it, clench those fists, brothers and sisters, because you are about to witness something special. Nerd Moves is really just an excuse for me to play my 80s guilty pleasures. But if you had the opportunity, you would do it too. From Austria, that was Falco with 'Der Kommissar' from 1982 from the 'Einzelhaft' album. And if you are going to introduce yourself to Falco, if you want to bring some Falco in your life, that is the only good album, but it's only good up till the end of track two. But don't bother with anything else. It's utter shit. Anyway, let's keep this train wreck going. Here's a band from Chicago. One of Steve Albini's favorites, MX-80. Pistol Pete Interlude: Hoooweee, yeeeeeee got Pistol Pete here and I'm back. And well, folks, I gotta tell ya that old Pistol Pete is a free man. Yep, a swinging bachelor. Old Pistol Pete's wife, Calamity Sue, up and left with my prize pig, Bessie Sue, and however many kids I had left that didn't die, and she done gone moved to the big smoke, leaving old Pistol Pete with no one to touch, other than Broke Ass Betty, the three-legged alligator down at the old bayou. And well, god damn, if old Pistol Pete ain't the luckiest man alive, because when I try and make griddles with Broke Ass Betty, she don't even move. She might be dead, I don't know, but hell, who cares? I mean, a man, he's gotta get his end wet, right? And speaking of wet ends, well, if any of you youngin's wanna get your ends wet or your holes poled, well, you best be heading on down to the old Roadkill Radio merchandise store for all your viddles and grits. We got T-shirts, hoodies, we got stickers and travel mugs and all sorts of great merchandise that you city-slickers just seem to lap on up. City-slickers... the big smoke... oh, Calamity Sue, why did you have to leave? Oh, just go to www.roadkillradioshow.merch, Roadkill Radio Merchandise, from the most exploitative Bangladeshi sweatshop, direct to your door. I feel I have been neglectful in my duties, and have let you down by not providing you with any clues through the show, as I said I would, regarding who the mystery band might be for album of the week. And for that, I am, I'm not sorry. Of course, the mystery band, Spacemen 3 from Rugby UK. This week's 50Thirdand3rd album of the week. You heard two tracks from the 'Playing With Fire' album from 1989, two absolute brain fryers. You heard 'Revolution' and you also heard 'Suicide'. But what can I tell you about Spacemen 3? Well, let's see what ChatGPT has to say, shall we? The band was formed in 1982 in Rugby Warwickshire, England, by Peter Kember and Jason Pearce, who chose the name Spacemen 3 by mistake, adding the "3" to a poster they had made. Drugs. Known for their trance-like neo-psychedelia, Spacemen 3's music featured heavily distorted guitar, synthesizers, and minimal chord or tempo changes, drawing inspiration from acts like the Stooges, the Velvet Underground, and Suicide. In 1990, Gerald Palmer, a Northamptonshire business man and concert promoter, entered into a contractual relationship with Kember and Pearce. This is riveting stuff. This contract was only with Kember and Pearce, meaning Spacemen 3 as a legal and financial entity would essentially constitute only the two of them together with Palmer. What the fuck's that got to do with anything? Who cares? The band's music often revolved around medication, drugs, various moods, and Christian symbolism, much like my life, with Kember describing their second album, The Perfect Prescription, as kind of a concept album. Spacemen 3 were one of the most influential bands of the 1980s British underground with their minimalistic psychedelia and approach to noise in music influenced many subsequent bands. Their final studio album, Recurring, was released in 1991 after an acrimonious parting of ways. Anyway, and apropos of all of that, and away from ChatGPT, so Kember went on to form Sonic Boom, really cool, in a similar vein to Spacemen 3, and Jason Pearce went on to form Spiritualized, of course, kind of in the same vein as Spacemen 3, but a lot more sophisticated, a lot more textured, a lot more layered with a gospel influence in there as well. That's this week's album of the week. Now let's go back to the top of that long bracket, an hour of songs there for you. We started out that bracket with MX80, one of Steve Albini's favorites, from Chicago, "I Walk Among Them" from the "Out of the Tunnel" album from 1984, a big influence on Steve Albini's subsequent career, Big Black especially. May Mr. Steve Albini rest in peace, passed away last year, far too young. And in honor of that, I thought, well, let's play a Big Black song. An early big black song. 'Racer-X' from the 'Racer-X' EP on Touch and Go Records from 1985. You then heard UK's very own Black MIDI, the song 'John L' from the 'Cavalcade' album from 2021. If you wanna dig on some new music, go to YouTube and have a look at Amoeba Records, 'What's in My Bag', look at the Black MIDI version. Just that 10-minute episode turned me on to six or seven hours of some of the most incredible music that I'd never heard before in my life. Following Black MIDI, You Heard Christian Lunch, 'Neighborhood Watch' from the 'Unreliable Sources' album from 1990, also appears on the Alternative Tentacles compilation, 'Oops Wrong Stereotype' featuring bands like The Beatnigs, Tragic Mulatto, Alice Donut, No Means No, False Prophets and much, much more. Last week was Iggy Pop's birthday, 78. Who knew that out of everyone, that he would be the last one left alive from that Detroit scene. I mean, you can count James Williamson, but he came later from that original Detroit scene. Here's Iggy, the wildest of the bunch. So happy birthday to the little five-foot-two man in honor of that. I thought, well, let's play the Stooges. 'I Got A Right'. Following that, you heard the Action Swingers with 'Bum My Trip' from the 'Kicked in the Head/Bum My Trip' 7" from 89. And then we went into a segment that I like to call México Sucio, meaning Dirty Mexico. And that's not a dig on Mexicans. It's a dirty country. There's a lot of dirt and dust and litter and dog shit. We heard Telekrimen. The song we played was called 'Podridos', which means "Rotten" from the 'El Rey de los Incendarios' album, which means "King of the Arsonists" from 2015. After that, you heard Davila 666. Now they're not Mexican. They're from Puerto Rico, but they live in Mexico. They live in Mexico City in Roma Norte. I won't give you their address. I thought I'd slip them in there because that song is a banger. The song was 'Callejón' from the self-titled album from 2008. "Callejón" means "alley". And following that, the third Mexican band you heard was another friend of the show, Electric Shit, the song Malnacido, which means "bastard", from the 'Canciones de la Miseri'a album from 2020. Electric Shit, they also put out a 7-inch a few years ago, featuring the one and only Walter Daniel, another friend of the show. My god, we're a very, very friendly show. Oh... Pistol Pete's back. The last I heard, he'd been swallowed up by the big smoke in La La Land and was working as a stripper, dancing for crack and McChickens. We then went halfway across the world, right across the Pacific and played three Aussie bands. You heard Ausmuteants, 'Silent Genes' from the 'Band of the Future' album from 2016. The greatest band name in the world, Stiff Richards. The song 'Point of You' from 'State of Mind' from 2020, and the mighty CIVIC, 'Taken by Force', the title track from their 2023 album. End of May, put it in your little Google calendars there. They're releasing a new album 30th of May. So I'll keep you guys posted and be cranking that to death on the show, I'm sure. You then heard from Atlanta, Georgia, Razor Boys. Before there was Motley Crue, before there was Cinderella, before there was glam metal, there was Razor Boys. The song 'Wolf Spider' from their self-titled album from 1978. Kiss. 'Parasite'. I mean, is there a more fun song on the planet than that? From the Hotter Than Hell album 1974, a good year. Did anyone else out there used to draw Gene Simmons lightning bolts on their penis when they were like six, seven years old? I sure hope so. You also heard Motley Crue, 'Too Fast For Love' from their 1982 album of the same name. I hope that was enjoyable for you anyway. Hey, thanks for listening guys. And for those who have listened before, thanks for coming back. It really means a lot. It really does and keeps this whole little show going. Just your love alone powers this show. Some money would be good too, but hey, no... love. A big thank you to our sponsors of course. 50Thirdand3rd, you got the 50. You have the THIRD, you have the AND, you have the 3RD, you have the .com. 50Thirdand3rd, written by music junkies for music junkies. Girlsville Records, that's girlsville.bandcamp.com. Dirty Water Records, it's dirtywaterrecords.co.uk. Don't forget about Roadkill Radio merch. Go to roadkillradioshow.com/merch. We're building up the website every day. You might see the odd Squarespace template if you get on it now, roadkillradioshow.com, but it's being built, and we've got ourselves a fanzine as well called 'Dead Air', which is going up online. More and more stuff is going to go up there. And if there is ever any deep interest in the fanzine, well, let's print it out. Let's turn it into something. But if not, well, it's going to be online anyway, called 'Dead Air'. Right now you can read all about the Pink Fairies and MC5 and a whole bunch of other stuff on there. Now, we're coming to the end of the show. The housekeeping is over. The music is over. But the lights are still on. Why? Because I have to offer a word. Some of you may remember this. If you do, say it along with me. To the strung out junkies, sniffers and huffers. To the lunatics, paranoiacs, misfits and outlaws. To the agitators, the fornicators, the anti-flaggers. To the sharks in the gene pool. To the pimps, whores, hustlers and preachers. To all you punks, beggars and rockabilly rebels. To those living in a box and to those living outside the box. To the gypsies, the nomads, the couch hoppers, the pill poppers. To the ones who see in color and the ones who speak in rainbows. You know who you are. You are the brilliant ones. Keep on dancing, motherfuckers. This one's for you. Let's go out with an Aussie hard rock classic, featuring Angry Anderson and the great slide guitarist Pete Wells. The final track on their debut album, Rose Tattoo, 'Astra Wally'. Until next week, may your stew be full of vitamin possum. Bye for now.
