Oomingmak

I only caught a bit of The Freak Zone this weekend despite trying to listen to Six Music more as part of the support campaign. The standout of the few minutes I listened to were tracks by Slapp Happy, a band I'd not heard of before although the names of the members seemed slightly familiar from various backwaters of muso heaven. It bothers me that I miss at least being able to name the band.

Save The Radio Six

No Freak Zone, No Lauren Laverne, no more of those weird collaborations that have all the youngsters round here going "who?" This is the start of the rout of civilization, the blandification of mankind. Stand not for this. On top of this we have the attempt to destroy my good friend Simon Singh (well he sends me emails so I know him I suppose) by the - long pause to think of a phrase that Mr. Justice Eady might be able to understand) - Bone-Kickers-and-Crackers at the British Chiropractic Association. Oh dear - I've just realised that this puts me on the same side as Paul Dacre.

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