Our jukebox brings you every number one hit since the start of October. Tune in to thsoundtrack of the academic year.
Join Adam Bowers and Hollie Parker for Wall Of Sound, a show featuring a good number of different genres including folk, jazz, house, blues, alt rock, electro-swing, and metal. A bit of talking too.
A show to turn even the lamest of squares into far-out foot tappers.
Over the course of the show, extreme levels of rockabilly will be pumped through the airwaves of URY, from Elvis Presley to The Big Bopper, all with the intention of providing maximum satisfaction.
The show will consist of anecdotes relating to the music in question, explorations into the popular themes and concepts of rockabilly/rock 'n' roll (such as a show dedicated to 'Death Discs'), as well as interviews with individuals who remember watching the rock 'n' roll stars of the 1950s in their heyday. Playing the big hits of the 1950s, as well as with the secret 7" golddust that's been hiding in the attic, this show will provide a roster of early rock 'n' roll and rockabilly that will make you want to turn your fringe into a quiff, your Volkswagen into a Cadillac, and your Carling into a Cherry Coke.
Designed to get the sleepyheads out of bed, Wake Up With Wallbank provides a mix of cheerful chatter, tantalising tunes and insightful interviews all based around the theme of the week.
Each week will have a morning related theme, be it breakfast cereal or alarm clock troubles, that will be dealt with in a unique fashion.
If Oscar Wilde was right when he said 'only dull people are brilliant at breakfast', then Mike Wallbank must be one of the dullest people this side of Thirsk, as this show is guaranteed to get you geared up for the day ahead.
Live from Marco's house, URYs worst lookin' get cookin' to create a delicious dish within 90 minutes from anything they can find around the kitchen...
It's summer 1975. You've got your flares on and a Harvey Wallbanger in hand. The boombox has just been invented and somehow your mate David has copped one. Van Morrison is blaring. No one knows what drum and bass is. Life is good.
Bringing you all the best bops from before Britney took over - pre 90s tunes only. Join Jen and Hannah in the golden age of rock n roll, with some spicy disco curveballs thrown in for a good time.
Speech Showcase series presents the newest and best fiction material appearing from URY! Tune in for your fix of drama, comedy and something inbetween
Wasteland:
James, Jon, Zoë & Ron power up to transmit your fix of electronic sounds. James' pure analogue circuitry resonates with rich waveforms while Jon's digital CPU calculates precise signal processing chaos. Ron's memory banks hold secrets about electronica's distant past and Zoë's emotionally resonant noise spectra provide a glimpse of the future. Together they will supercede humanity, assume total control, and ban Oasis covers, but ocassionally still play Wonderwall.
Listen on headphones or high quality speakers to get the best experience.
We all know the 1980s produced more great hits than any other decade, but how often have you thought to yourself “I wonder what the greatest songs of the 80s actually were?” Well, wonder no longer, as some random guy on the internet has done the legwork and come up with the definitive list of the 100 greatest songs of the 1980s. And now we're playing them all!
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.