A look at the history of alternative music from the beginnings of avant-garde classical through to modern post-rock and other genres, presented by The Nightwarbler.
With 50th birthday celebrations underway, we are joined by alumni from the years of URY past to round of our weekend of celebration with a garden party OB.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy, lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-million miles is an utterly insignificant blue-green planet whose inhabitants include a student radio station, and a Douglas Adams Society in the same place.
On the 42nd anniversary of the orginal broadcast of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Dougsoc and URY collide in an infinitely improbable fusion of geekery and humour.
In 2013 the NME published it's Top 400 albums of all time, Stewart Dennis takes a delve into the greatest records ever made and counts them down. Tonight it is teh final 40 and the Greatest album ever made is revealed. Will it be The Fall?
Back in the early 2000s, DAB services were struggling to launch across the UK. Spare capacity on the Muxes had to be filled with something... So... It was filled with the best radio station ever to be broadcast in the UK. With a cultlike following, "Birdsong", the looped recording of birds singing gaily was recorded in the garden of then Digital One chairman Quentin Howard. It achieved a cult following from people who found it much more interesting to listen to than Jazz FM.
I can't play you that recording... Because I don't own the copyright and can't be bothered to email someone to get it. What I can do, is every Wednesday morning for 2 hours, set up my microphones in a wood, park or centre of town and well... Send you live audio of... That... You could just open a window... But get real here... You're not going to do that are you....
Birb....
You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. Lokir: Darn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there! [Lokir looks at the gagged man.] Lokir: And what's wrong with him? Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us? Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits. Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening. Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief? Lokir: Why do you care? Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home. Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead. [They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.] Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting! General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with. Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me. Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe. [A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.] Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going? Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub. Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers. Torolf: Inside the house. Now. [The wagon stops near the chopping block.] Imperial Soldier: Whoa. Lokir: Why are they stopping? Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. also a banging breakfast show.