URY teams up with ComedySoc to bring you the best games from all your Radio 4 favourites. Tune in for two hours of banter and belly laughs from the best of York University comedic talent.
Slipped Disks is a love letter to all things grassroots punk, from hardcore to emo to riot grrl and more. Whether it's brutal and aggressive, melodic and introspective, or rebellious and proud of it, this stuff isn't pulling any punches. And that's just how we like it
Just for girls having a fun chat and playing a wide range of music
Most songs played on commerical radio are just over 3 minutes long, which if we're being honest is just too short.
So welcome to The Long Song Show, where we don't play anything less than 5 minutes long, because long songs are just better.
The only show on the airwaves where you're guaranteeed to hear an uncut Tubular Bells...eventually...
"The home of dodgy 70s Prog-Rock on URY" - Unknown
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:
Taking you back to the decade famous for the greatest Christmas tunes ever!
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.
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Join Tony for a more worldly show, departing from his last efforts as the Knight of the Turn-table (Though that's still returning!)! Expect tunes, a good chat, with topics covering whatever he can think up at the time!
He will talk your ear off. There's no doubt about it.