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…

Bangkok to Saskatoon, kick a dick and see ya soon. That’s the opening number in my new rock opera titled “I wish I could think of a better blurb for this podcast”. I’m not gonna lie, I miss old Randy doing the intros and outros. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s kinda good…

You know we love you but you drive us crazy! Randy is off globetrotting on the other side of the pale blue dot, shoveling sushi and noodle bowls into his poodle hole and generally having a grand old time without me! Well, I’ll show him what for in the intro and outro. Damnit, I ran…

Don’t stop me now I’m here, Dear Friends will be Friends, Don’t lose your headlong, A human body language, and Father to son and daughter. Phew, Pank sure was busy coming up with song title mashups on social media yesterday wasn’t he! I blame Richard Hearn. Look, we passed the open windows last week, but…

Welcome to another episode of this ridiculous podcast, with ridiculous hosts who have ridiculous opinions talking to ridiculous listeners about a ridiculous band.It’s just ridiculous. Randy pulls out his Wilfrid Brimley impersonation and is absolutely delighted by the sight of Freddie’s football getup in the Gaga video and Brian’s bone guitar! We also get down…

Picture the scene; a small village pub where a young couple are enjoying a quiet drink together before going to tell her parents that they’re engaged to be married. They hear a low rumbling in the distance that gets steadily louder, to the point where their small wrought iron table starts to shake and the…

It’s a Roger tune. It’s from Sheer Heart Attack. It’s a song The Cardinal does not know, so Kev gets to watch his pal hear the song for the first time. We get into the weeds about endings and medleys and solos, oh my! There’s more talk about Metallica’s drummer (honestly, this is the last…

Kev was just tryin’ to pod. That’s all. He wasn’t asking for much. We get into the weeds about a brown Christmas, Randy is still salty about not being able to get a burger in Kindersley at 11pm, and the boys discover that they have a potential double act that they may or may not…

Randy and Kev hit upon a phenomenal business idea after identifying a serious gap in the market where banjo players are concerned. The accordian is selected rather than a kazoo, we find that Arpeggio isn’t the current AC Milan left back (who knew!), and Randy called his shot; well, on the album front at least!…