Mon, 26 March 2012
Bill Funt returns to the show in search of fortune and glory, but what he finds instead is a bag of knives. Knives made of words. Words made of judgement. Judgement made of hilarity. Hilarity made of Bill. On and on, ‘till the break of dawn. Also, incredible tales of vampire mohels, pharma-branding, the definition of Yanni, the mischief of Bill Murray, and a post-script to all that TMNT remake business. Music by Daisy Chainsaw, Jukebox The Ghost, and Paul Collins
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Mon, 19 March 2012
Very few legacies go un-sodomized in perpetuity, so one more shouldn’t really matter... but when Michael Bay’s evil grip closes around the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, it gets personal for Rob and action must be taken! Armed with naught but their wits, their mics, and the specter of the Fear Monkey to keep them in line, the men of The Spoon and special guest Fletcher Rhoden charge happily into the fray. If it be a sin to covet honor, we are the most offending souls alive. Join us in glory! Also, pink slime with a side of sniglets. Music by Parthenon Huxley, Peter Holsapple & Chris Stamey, and Linus Of Hollywood
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Mon, 12 March 2012
NDR Overlord Johnny Dam makes a long-overdue return to inspect the troops and is both dismayed and delighted by what he witnesses, often in the same breath. Syntax snafus! Viola jokes! Newfound powers of memorization! Godwin's Law applied to everything from bagpipes to Burghoff to Nazis themselves! Plus, a smorgasbord of riffing on TV, religion, and combinations thereof...and to top it all off, this week's SAL is actually a stealth love letter. Awwwww. Music by Anny Celsi, and Mark Hoffman & The Rabble
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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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