Old and New members of Speech team have gathered together over this weekend to create some spectacular Speech radio. What will they have created? Who knows! Find out by tuning in.
Apparently it's Christmas month already! Let's play some festive music!
Join us as we argue for our favourites in this years Eurovision Song Competition 2021. There will be music, debate, and some ESC throwbacks. Let us know who you think is douze points in this post-hiatus epic, text on 07851 101 313, or message via the website.
An hour of the most audacious and lucrative banter known to mankind. Discussing an arrray of topics, showcasing local talents; all admist a tantilising playlist you could only forge in your dreams.
Exactly what it says on the tin.
Not that radio shows come in tins.
But this one does, and it's a three decade old salted pork tin full of what will probably be recent London migrant and soon-to-be-former PhD student Matt Windsor's last ever show on URY before he finally stops being a student. Expect pretty much everything that can be expected from a washed up student radio DJ that was once referred to as URY's answer to Alan Partridge: an hour of awkward gaps between songs, awkward songs between gaps, and attempts to draw a close on 8ish years of somehow repeatedly being scheduled for shows despite having the radio nous of a loofah. Does anyone still use loofahs?
Playing music from the leftfield side of 70's 80s & 90s, for the final show of the term Stewart explores highlights of the NME Top 100 Albums, originally broadcast on URY in 1990.
yeah! I see you - this is late night radio. move along, you know you should. or dont. and if you dont. you will be treated to possibly the best radio youve ever heard. or the worst. guess you'll have to tune in to find out x
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.
Join Harry Whittaker and Eiron Page, two self-professed American Football ignoramuses, as they attempt to make sense of the Super Bowl and offer an insightful play-by-play commentary on the events of the evening. Matt Bramall, who does know about the game, will be on hand to lend guidance and expertise where they are most desperately needed.
Join Bee (who is going in with no taste in music) as she is given nothing but a vibe to stick to and is made to find songs to fit it. Hopefully she'll know who Beyoncé is by the end of the term
A Manchester United fan, a Manchester City fan and, with any luck, various guests with extremely varying levels of knowledge about football look back on the previous week of the beautiful game
Electronic oriented music celebrating the past, present and future of Disco, House, and whatever Nic has found this week. Interrupted by occasional gassing. You know like intermittent gas leaks, but fun.
The blue light of a phone in the dark
A shaggy dog story
Coming in from the cold for a second
A debate between dreams
Drinking a bottle of god knows what
A long and gleaming ribbon
with a ticket sewn on
Or a small ugly fly
with big pretty eyes
(Pronounced "directory Bandcamp") D:\Bandcamp>dir is a show all about the weird and wonderful world of self-releasing musicians and tiny bedroom labels found on Bandcamp. Join Night Call and 8-Bit and Beyond host Bernie, as he sticks his arm into the petri dish known as online music culture. Everything from vaporwave, to future funk, to trip hop, to doom jazz, to whatever you can think of really.