Mon, 5 March 2012
It never fails - when Bill Holmes is plugged into the proceedings (often as the podcasting equivalent of a booty call) The Spoon becomes a shattering, supercharged circuit. A white-hot, searing flame of comedic chaos. Or, as Peppy Boner himself puts it, "a total clusterfuck of talk." Literally from the intro, the show is off to Mars on a rocket of random, and can barely be bothered to wave goodbye. Sacred and profane, discerning and obtuse, referential and solipsistic... the gamut gets not only run, but run over, and not a Zeus-damned thing can be done about it. Enjoy! Music by The Well Wishers, The Swinging Madisons, and Jonathan Coulton.
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