A show bringing together the highlights of this summers festival season in York, in the UK and further afield, focusing on a different festival each week. From the main stages to the smallest introducing stages, everything will be covered.
Does your dad love reading Amazon reviews? Forum posts about different Black and Decker drills? Well he might love this show! As we delve into the most banal corners of the internet to try and find some hidden meaning to everything. Failing this, we'll at least know the best way to make pancakes. Weekly guests based on no logic at all, no format week to week beyond a theme we will decide in the moment. This will be the best worst thing you've ever listened to.
It's the end of term one here at york and Christmas is right around the corner, and our Ofcom regulated broadcast hours.
Join us as we gather around the proverbial yuletide log and enjoy an evening of fun and games as we, the fine people of URY, get together for one last blast of Crimbo merriment and questionable radio content.
So come along, get festive, and enjoy while The Man (read as 'Ofcom') tries to (read as 'tells us to') shut us down (read as 'not broadcast outside our allowed period')
It's the middle of the week. You've been picked on in your webinar, the reading didn't make sense and even at double speed the lectures are beginning to drag. You deserve a break. Join Alex Towells for an hour of chill tunes and laid-back chat - go on, you've earned it.
Hi there! I procrastinated organising the 2-hour primetime shows I was going to do for the last few weeks of term once exams were up. Therefore, you get this one-hour show, which is like a warm up for the two hour shows I'm going to do soon. Keep an eye on the schedule next week...
Hi! My name's Alex, and welcome to a show I shouldn't do.
It's a show where I play quite literally any and every chaotic track I can think of. If you were expecting some kind of metric or order, then I'd stop reading now. However, if a snazzy mix of alternative tracks from all over the music-sphere is your kinda vibe, then tune on in.
Every week will be a setlist of songs themed around a particular book trying to capture the mood and vibe of said book. Essentially this is my way of talking about the books I'm reading without annoying my friends! Feel free to read each weeks book as they will be posted on Instagram @bookclubradiowave 1 week before the show!
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.
Nathaniel and Patrick play tracks that have divided opinion since their release.
Each week will have different guests and themes, and I will be reading reviews for tracks both negative and positive.
I am convinced that the pop-punk giants who ruled the '90s and '00s produced lyrics to rival the titans of British Romantic verse. In this one-off gameshow, contestants need to separate John Keats from Jimmy Eat World, Samuel Taylor Coleridge from Sum-41, and Mary Robinson from Mayday Parade. Will they emerge fluent in the tongue of a romanticised but far-off revolution, or stumble back into the world as naïve as they were before? Find out on Pop Punk Poetry, where poetry readings and headbanging meet in a strange but beautiful union.
Every week, Lorna will have a different guest and book to discuss. We will debate literature, authors, poetry, plays and latest book recommendations. We may include live readings of student's work, both finished and in progress. Focusing mainly on speech, there will be a few funky tunes placed in too!