WFMU's brand spanking new morning show, featuring new technology that will sonically force caffeine directly into your bloodstream. Hosted by Clay Pigeon.

A pennant-winning battery of songland. Ongoing feature: Single File, a half-hour of randomly selected small records with big holes.

The Citizen Kane of adult entertainment.

The WFMU tower prong will release radio waves to missing persons in whispered format and our intelligence chaplain will monitor love crimes in our egg-shelled studios.

" I can't tell when you're telling me the truth."
- I'm not.
"How do I know anything you've told me is..."
- You don't.

All things avant-retard. A mixture of pop and avant-garde side by side, sometimes on top of one another.

Music with vocals weird & wonderful -- beatboxing, yodels, auction chants, Tuvan throatsinging, & eerie polyphonies.

Polkatively Yours...

Three unstoppable hours of Dave playing face-melting hot rock jams, talking with extremely important guests, answering the telephone, and trying to figure out what all those knobs and buttons are for. A sincere effort to get the original members of Dokken back on speaking terms will also be made whenever possible.

Grand pianos in the surf, singing frogs, hyphenated psych, outtakes, live collaging, twangy drone, old folk, and ephemeral pop.

A sonic collage both unpredictable and fluid. Think cosmic synth, heavy acid rock psych, international pop, and the latest in experimental bedroom projects.

WFMU's brand spanking new morning show, featuring new technology that will sonically force caffeine directly into your bloodstream. Hosted by Clay Pigeon.

Somebody send me a pizza.

Fist-pumping, air-drumming freeform mayhem. Caffeinated rock, experimental pop, oddball beats, and novelties.

Order and disorder in a freeform haze of terribly-played guitars, shorted-out electronics, found audio detritus, strange sounds from strange lands all around. Psych-punk-junk, collage, even pop. Lots of in-studio live performances to boot.

Bronwyn C. and Jim the Poet, The Most Trusted Team in Sports Talk Radio Today™, take your calls and discuss all things sportsy. Sad Baby Eyes!

Soundtrack music from the first silent forward. If it was written for the moving image, we'll play it. Library music included; popcorn optional.

Antique music and machines circa 1900-1930.

A freeform blend to work your core.

WFMU's House of Horrors; with black/death/doom metal, punk/grind, Kosmische/Krautrock, filmmusic, and noise/improv. Regular live guests and film commentary.

A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and the queer threw up at the sight of that.

WFMU's brand spanking new morning show, featuring new technology that will sonically force caffeine directly into your bloodstream. Hosted by Clay Pigeon.

Freeform radio for the chronically impatient. Avant-garde pop, poppy avant-garde, teutonic thump thump, loud guitars and guttural screaming. Playlists and photos posted in real time on the web so you can play along or comment at home or work.
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Everything I do is gonna be funky.

Genre-surfing tokenism.

Ken and Andy further lower WFMU's already abysmal standards as the program enters its death throes. Stunt radio which subjects the radio audience to concepts and topics which mature adults should not have to endure. Find the fatal flaw.

Twangs of all stripes and stuff that ends in -billy.

Every show starts with the ’70s! We’ll rediscover forgotten rockers, revisit unfairly maligned disco beats and replay power-pop favorites. Next: plenty of new releases, occasional live bands and more. Don’t let the nickname confuse you.

$mall ¢hange returns to freeformland with the late late night space madness shee-it. Oh my beloved ice cream bar... how I love to lick your creamy center! HOOOWWWWWW... (bites soap)... and your oh-so-nutty chocolate covering! You're not like the others... you like the same things I do!
Waxed paper... boiled football leather... dog breath... We're not hitchhiking anymore!

Intimate electronics, bad poetry, tender murk, and tired humans making the best of it. Features live sound collaging, too.

WFMU's brand spanking new morning show, featuring new technology that will sonically force caffeine directly into your bloodstream. Hosted by Clay Pigeon.

A viking ship appears on the horizon, a likeness of Loretta Lynn carved into its bow. Rare birds flock together to sing Francoise Hardy as soul hits. A sunset of blips and bleeps fills the air.

Music to slaughter livestock to; 5,000 factory farmers can't all be wrong.

The Failure of Noise
The Failure of Sound
The Failure of Rock
The Failure of the Avant Garde
The Failure of the Space Age
The Failure of Jazz
The Failure of Psychedelia
The Failure of Krautrock
The Failure of Electronic
The Failure of Pop
The Failure of Free-form
The Failure of the 20th Century

An exploration into the musical output of religious cults, new religious movements, and individuals of a spiritually inspired and divine nature.

Southern inspirational dada.

Scratchy vanity 45s, pilfered field recordings, muddy off-the-radio sounds, homemade congregational tapes and vintage commercial gospel throw-downs; a little preachin', a little salvation, a little audio tomfoolery.

Tangents, parenthetical asides, and digressions.

A genre-less playlist of music old and new, plus selections from the WFMU vinyl new bin and the Free Music Archive.

A musical journey through the lands of rock, pop, jazz and soul on the spaceship of time.

WFMU's brand spanking new morning show, featuring new technology that will sonically force caffeine directly into your bloodstream. Hosted by Clay Pigeon.

Dishin' out the hits!

I never miscue a record. I am punctual, well-prepared, and dislike clutter. Outgoing and helpful, I'm always appropriately dressed. I do not behave erratically and have excellent penmanship. My CD's never skip, and I am in good health. I like all the notes, in any order.

Female-fronted pop from the past, present, and future; from all over the globe. And the occasional man.

Just two girls. Having a good time. On a Friday night.

Hip-hop and rap, that's where my heart's at. But I'll play anything so long as it ain't crap!

One hour; 23 or 24 soul 45s.

The run-around drill sergeant of love meets the freeform radio nurse in an international popularity crisis. Twang, dub, noise, rockers, aliens, drum machines, foreigners, imported goods, songs, rumbles, hollers, blips and squiggles, along with an occasional musical number.

A yurt for the transgenred.

Music powered by the moon, the stars, and a bit of ecstatic electricity.

Folk; old-timey; blues; psych, avant and acid folk old and new; melancholy pop; lots of guitar; detours elsewhere.

Disc jockey has a fondness for sound.

A showcase for the widest-possible definition of pop music, plus interviews with the world's finest music makers.

The unsung heroes of rock 'n' roll, presented at 45 RPM: 50s/60s bop, slop, & schlock.

This isn't a radio show, it's a party. And everyone's invited!

Popular and Unpopular Music From Around the World

A DIY late night variety show featuring comedy, interviews, live music, guest DJ sets, the occasional phone call, and, of course, weekly music sets spun by your host, Pat Byrne.

High and low energy music.

It's time to fall out the window with me.

Sunday morning coming up. Music for the revolution in my head: choogling punks; power pop, both skinny-tied and long-haired; soul shouters and girl groups; bubblegum and acid rock; global fuzz; weirdos and outsiders, and the Weirdos and the Outsiders; Archie Shepp and J. Geils. Plus, live bands.

Reggae music is for everyone--you love it, say Irie!

featuring X-Ray Burns
The real life alternative radio show where a zonked pair of New Jersey fat boys mix Led Zeppelin with Sinatra while ranting about wrestling and the unmentionable.

Garage rock and the big tent that is r-r-real rock & roll.

Quiet countenance, courageous compass. Girlish charm and boyish good looks! Off-kilter pop punk-tuated with mixed media.

Small-c catholicity, preaching to the unevensong choir.

Way-left-of-center music and chatter. Guaranteed less than 2% rock and roll.

Unstuck in time, The Avant Ghetto wanders through heavy folk, pastoral noise, spiritual rock, harsh jazz and other dimly lit corners of the universe.

Circle Time, a time for sensory experiences, socialization and fun. Sometimes we also play Duck-Duck Goose.