The Waiting Room

Mary up a Jesus pole. What a fab show, even if we do say our goshdarn selves. 3 whole damn hours full up to the skull cap of the superb musics what was made by that wonderful Texan outfit, The Gourds. one half of + The Woman of The House were all knicker twisted with various [...]

Oh, gosh. Drunk Country House Studios, replete with new mic rig & mixing desk, suffered some this week. Twisted to tearing point mind melts, trying to teach Mr. Fisk the nicities of the art of staying just this side of ‘just so’, had your convivial one half of springwound like a fidgit. Nothing was real. Mr. Fisk’s universe bending mouth antics were nothing short of astonishing. Anyways. Amazingly, atwixt said mirth were buried a handful or 20+ of gems what contained ...more

Jackanory, tell us a story, is it? This week, then, bloody hell. Sound issues, man-based illnesses, 100mph rambling about very little in particular, a brief appearance from The Woman of The House, an even briefer appearance of Toad, & an Amy Winehouse call to arms. Welcome, then, you, to The Waiting Room. Crammed into this week’s artist-packed show, bringing sanity to an otherwise erstwhile chaos, was, but not entirely: Langhorne Slim, Kara Keith, Marina & The Diamonds, Noah &am...more

No. Funny as those ones undoubtedly are, that is not The Woman of The House. Still, her & hers will once again feature on this week’s nonsense we all know now as the white elephant in the corner of the interweb or The Waiting Room. Accompanying TwoTH & one half of will be the omnipresent Mr. Toad (for, apart from having his delovely Song, BY Toad bloggerthon, he now has his own radio show on Edinburgh University radio, the cur) & his beleaguered, if equally potty-mouthed, ...more

Once again featured on this week’s perky nonsense, along with the omnipresent Mr. Toad (off of his whipsmart Song, BY Toad bloggerthon) & his equally potty-mouthed wife-type Mrs Toad, is the swoony chops of The Woman of The House imparting her limited knowledge on all things music. Not to forget, of course, the presence [...]

Hey Ho. On this week’s The Waiting Room one half of is again joined by The Woman of The House, who (due to receiving favourable thumbs ups from Mr. Toad & in this here podpage comments) has taken to her new found ‘celebrity’ like toilet duck removes those hard to shift streak-stains. Anyways, this week you may expose your head holes to the likes of Octoberman, Ironville, Candythief, Colorblind James Experience, Annuals, We The They, MGMT, Moonbabies, Hello Seahorse! & ...more

Hey Ho. On this week’s The Waiting Room one half of is again joined by The Woman of The House, who (due to receiving favourable thumbs ups from Mr. Toad & in this here podpage comments) has taken to her new found ‘celebrity’ like toilet duck removes those hard to shift streak-stains. Anyways, this week you may [...]

Hello You Little Buggers. This week one half of + The Woman of The House traveled on April 3rd to The Music Club in Bristol to meet, interview & record a live show by Red Hunter of Peter & The Wolf (from Austin TX, not that Liverpool shower). The resultant chaos (i.e. one half of’s continuing battle [...]

& so, to politics. This week Mr. Fisk, himself fanny-spat into the arms of a pre-Mugabe Zimbabwe, bumblingly musters the extreme brass orbs to wax lyrical on the relative ease of *ahem* life under the zero tolerance regime of the aforementioned murderous fucknut of a dictator (if the residents would only just ignore the politics & just get on with it - shades of Norman Tebbit, per chance?). His counsel in such matters? The source of this blithering ignorance? A Zimbabwean, weighed dow...more

This week’s cultural misfeasance what is The Waiting Room, continues to stumble ever onwards toward a serious contravening of the Trade Descriptions Act (1968), what with persistently dashing promises of professional maturity. Such lofty notions & ambitions can, one is assured, be stuffed up The Man’s pock-marked arse. To the Batmobile! Mr. Fisk (& his perversely odd view of just about everything) is back, as is The Toad (off of Song, By Toad) with a particularly potty-mouth...more