Toadcast #65 – The Clustercast
As you might expect from the title, this is one ungodly clusterfuck of a podcast. It was recorded well into the early hours of the morning with Dylan, Neil and DC who were all in the house by virtue of Homegame being imminent (happening already by the time you hear this) and the Meursault EP being in the final stages of completion. DC stopped by the house on his way to Fife, Neil was around to put CDs into card envelopes and Dylan, er, just likes beer I think.
There’s was also some heinous Norweigan anus cheese being eaten as well. Toffee-flavoured cheese. Fucking toffee-flavoured fucking cheese. Honestly, it is the most disgusting substance known to man and looks just a little bit like brown plasticine.
Anyway, please don’t expect anything coherent or, frankly, even anything listenable. Four of us sat around and bellowed incoherently into a microphone for a couple of hours, and frankly that’s exactly what it sounds like. There are some good songs, though, and some really good new music but, erm, honestly you might want to skip the talky bits. Actually, you know the first time anyone talks any sense whatsoever on this podcast? The last link. Really. We get drunker and drunker and more incoherent, and then right at the end there’s an utterly shocking outbreak of common sense.
Toadcast #65 – The Clustercast
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01. Eels – Fresh Blood (02.27)
02. Jeffrey Lewis – Don’t Be Upset (10.10)
03. Slim Twig – Young Hussies (17.07)
04. Queens of the Stone Age – No One Knows (21.04)
05. Dame Satan – Suffering Daughter (33.03)
06. Eagle Winged Palace – Hand of Doom (36.21)
07. Arab Strap – Fucking Little Bastards (43.49)
08. Graffiti Island – Wolfguy (53.47)
09. Graham Coxon – In the Morning (66.12)
Oh dear, Cod-Welsh-Bum-Fuck-cast, and I’m only 10 minutes in.
I’m listening to this while as drunk as a skunk in a trunk of junk. I hazily imagine you lot were the same while recording it… It’s the chat about bumsex that did it…
There IS a bit of Texas in there ya know!
I’m so sorry Fi, I feel dirty just listening these boys go on about you and I hope Matthew has been made to pay penance by now, the filthy-mouthed schoolboy! Neil, you did all you could, we are your witnesses.
Slim Twig is divine… yes, descended from the gods, I’ll declare it.
Arab Strap made me feel completely stoned, brilliant!! Thank you <3
Where is the cam and why is it not running for the smooching at the end?!!! Boys! You disappoint! (but yes, I grant you, the conversation at the end was soberly awesome)
That Graham Coxon song would be so much better if he wouldn’t sing falsetto to echo himself, wtf?
xoxoxo
Ah, Gjetost, a delicacy. I believe it’s excellent with sweet herring. The Norweigans eat that for breakfast.
I’m currently travelling home from Homegame and was going to add a comment here from my phone, but having not yet listened back to the podcast to determine the precise manner of shite we were spewing, that would be an incredibly silly thing to do.
that cheese was filthy…
It’s brilliant. I just bought some more..
Was it really, honestly, Gjetost? Cause that stuff is delicious with the right beverage and some grapes. I’m just sayin’
It’s pish Tart, to much like cheese that has gone off, if that is not an oxymoron.
shhhh Tart. The Coxon record (& that song) is very, very good indeed.
That’s all I’m saying as i just listened to that back & fuck me, we were beyond hammered. Unfunny hammered. Blwdy hell.
It is quite embarassing.
I’m off to have a slice of Norwegian cheese and forget about the whole thing.
You are so lucky I was in Canada when you recorded this because I would have thrown you all out the back and put the hose on you.
I’d just like to say, in my feeble defence, that I’d been awake for about 38hrs, been drinking since about 12midday (as had Dylan & TWoTH, but TWoTH had crashed an hour or so earlier) & was clearly a bit ‘tired & emotional’ & finding odd things hilariously funny. It’s no excuse, but I was a bit light headed through it all.