We have to talk about Roger’s car song. Pistons, hub caps, radials, gear shifts, and grease guns are all in play! Look, we’re not saying it sounds like a seven year old in a hurry wrote these lyrics, but we’re also not saying it doesn’t! We talk about Billboard’s laughable top fifty rock singers of…

There’s lots of chat on this week’s episode but fear not, we do eventually get to this week’s song! Lots of discussion about wurlitzers, lyric sheets, Yamaha baby grands… you obviously know why! Randy also educates Kev on where bass players come from before marching his heels to the sea. We still don’t know what…

Hey you lovely old lot. We’re heading back to Queen II today and there’s more Steven Seagull in this week’s episode. Look, don’t blame us, we just go where the social media comments take us! We discuss whether the French should be allowed to have passports, cookie monster metal, we’re accused of being rude by…

If Randy were to title this episode, he’d call it “Oh oh, take it, take another little piece of my heart now baby. You know you’ve got it if it makes you feel good” The episode is late, it’s fucking long (sorry, it just is!) and Kevin is starting to hallucinate because he’s been awake…

If Kevin were to title this episode, he’d call it “Save Me” but that would be really lame, so Randy’s gonna call it “Sir Brian May needs no saving because he wrote Save Me!” There’s more pre in the preamble this week folks because Kev needed closure after the shitstorm that last week’s episode created….

If Randy were to stitch Kev up and put words in his mouth, he’d call it “It’s all condiments and no main course” The boys were close in their assessment of this one but split the vote! We talk Bugs Bunny, the gravy and cheese based abuse of the Kurds, and listen to the 39th…

If Kev were to title this episode he’d call it “Please sir, can I have another solo?” or possibly, “Hey Randy, quit swanning around in Edmonton and write the damned outro!” Rats, Brahms, toms, solos, ostentatiousness. It’s all in this week’s episode folks. We roll back all the way to the first album and even…

If Randy were to title this episode he’d call it “What number did John call to phone in his bassline?”, or possibly “Hey Fred, can you make this cool?!” Hoop diddy diddy, hoop diddy who the hell writes this shit? Kev is crestfallen at the lack of lyrical imagination from the usually brilliant Brian May….

If Randy were to title this episode he’d call it “To fall in love was my first mistake”, or possibly “Where’s the fucking kick drum!?” Our third song from Jazz is the plaintive ballad, Jealousy. Kev is pretty sure Freddie didn’t play to click tracks, Randy doesn’t own a fretless bass, and who’s that tap,…

If Randy were to title this episode he’d call it “This is the world we created”, or possibly “We need a ballad for the live show”. Another unanimous decision from this pair of idiots who can’t bear to disagree. Seriously, why do they bother? Why continue? Why speak in the third person when I’m one…