Apologies to our subscribers who didn’t get this last week. We have appropriately punished our administrators for missing this vital coverage.

Don’t you wish there a station played 80s Scottish indiepop, grindcore, and new music from Liz Harris and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma in the same hour? Well careful what you wish for bub.

Here’s a waterslide that doesn’t have quite enough water so your thighs sort of stick a few places going down, and when you get stopped, you notice the joints of the tube, which makes you realize the green growth on them, which is also where the sharp, scratchy sensations on your thighs are coming from, the lengths of pipe pushed apart by algae and moss growth that is resistant to chlorine.

Portland noise, broken English keyboards, indiepop from Oz. The usual, what you’ve come to expect. I hope. We hope. You hope. Hope is all we can do.