What are maple syrup tits? Well, I can’t say that we ever got to the bottom of that, but Randy was sure insistent that it’s a real thing even though Kevin was sceptical. The pie vs cake argument rages on and Kev is fiendishly plotting a Shepherd’s Cake recipe, to prove to Randy that pie…

“Hey dipshits, how come you spent so long talking about hockey, bowling, and Roger Waters instead of getting on with talking about Queen?” Good question, good question… Also – we need to petition cinemas to have intermissions. Don’t know why I thought of that just then, but maybe it will become more clear in the…

“Good evening, this is Radio 4, with the news at six o’clock this Thursday evening. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is deteriorating rapidly, and that war could break out at any time in the next two or three days.” Who in…

Queen: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Seaside Pod Review. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new songs; to seek out new lyrics and new musicla expressions; to boldly go where millions of people have gone before! It’s all a bit moody over here at the SPR. Randy hasn’t forgotten his suitcase…

Come and listen to my story about a man named Fred. A poor balladeer, barely kept his kittens fed And then one day while John and Roger stewed, Well up through the mic come a bumblin dude. Robin Cable that is, Trident Engineer, Phil Spector Wannabe. “I CAN hear music”, or possibly “It’s not exactly…

There once was a Queen fan from Wigan Whose nose he was told was a big ‘un He tried to break free Then he fell to his knees And consulted the Cardinal’s florilegium If Kev were to title this episode, he’d probably call it “Get a grip America” or possibly, “Simply sensational synthtastic solo” Today’s…

Hey, does anyone read these episode descriptions? I could probably write anything here couldn’t I? I could ask you to send me photos of your favourite letter box. Maybe I could see if someone would be willing to paint themselves orange, stand on the steps of Huddersfield Town Hall and repeatedly scream “Life goes on…

“The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the…

Truck yeah? Fuck no! A week late week for Valentine’s day, it’s time to hold hands with your significant other, take a long walk down the beach together, look deeply into each other’s eyes and say “Whaddya fancy for supper then…?” There’s a touch of class about this week’s song and even if Roger thought…

Strawberries can go fuck themselves. Blueberries can go fuck themselves. Kraft Dinner? Yep, it can go fuck itself. What about peanut butter? Absolutely 100% suitable for a good go fuck yourself. That’s just list of foods I find unacceptable and I feel should be banned, but we’re not here to talk about shitty eats. We’re…