At The Punk Rock Factory

"Punk is not really a style of music. It was more a state of mind" - Mike Watt

Steve and Giles, (two actual brothers) unearth a song from their extremely angsty college band and then marvel at the understated wonder that is Frankie Machine. There's also a fabulous song about loving a body part and a musical joke that seemed to get lost.

If that's not enough for you, we've got…

• Poetry!
• Beauty!
• Enmity!
• Drollery!

I Lick You

Oh blimey.

In this episode, brothers Steve and Giles tumble recklessly into a retro-void.

They roll around with joyful abandon in a garden of lo-fi delights... and gorge themselves silly on the ripe fruits of nostalgia and creativity.

Including a candidate for "The Eternal Halls Of The Four Track Gods" and a brand new "Childhood Themed" recording.

It's really fantastic. You know it is, it really is.

Featuring:

• "Howay man, it's Lou Reed!"
• Tommytwentytoes gets paid in full
• DJ Steve’s advert disco
• More revisionist history and problematic lyrics

King Of Caravans

Leisure, relaxation, mindfulness. All are part of the This Are Johnny Domino lifestyle brand and available for you to experience as you listen to this episode. In it, brothers Steve and Giles share musical musings on a rainy Sunday morning.

As well as dusting off some of their own early bedroom recordings and other crazy nonsense there's a new song from Simon G Richardson.

Including:

• Lyrical challenge!
• Bin Bongos!
• Batman!
• Leisure Vehicles!
• Dance music!

Giles’ Lyrics:

I was at Wollaton Park
On a Saturday
I was surrounded by meatheads of all kinds.
Very few people
Were dancing to the
90s house music at 4.30.
The sort of people that I tolerated
But didn’t get on with
Were abound.
I still felt the same way
About them at five decades as at two.

So I had to do something to relax

I went to the toilet

And as I circulated back
Via a small marquee
Full of despicable people.
I was ambushed by
Two short middle-aged women
Who I vaguely recognised
But could not place.

So I had to do something to relax

They recognised me
And were pleased to see me
After a finitude of seconds
I recognised them as neighbours.
We talked of children
And life on our street
And they guessed my job
After one or two guesses.
It was a friendly exchange
With a tinge of sexual tension
I bid them goodbye
And danced away.

But then I met them later
And it went less well.