It's in the mix, without reservations.

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.

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

Anyone can submit game show ideas and we'll play them on the air with our in-studio guests. Listeners are encouraged to call in and take part in the games.

Earth's only supernatural slumber-party-style call-in show.

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.

Ning Nong Radio juxtaposes current and classic experimental music with exotica, post-punk, and many other things. It somehow makes sense.

Dishin' out the hits!

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.

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.

WFMU's first regularly-scheduled phone-in talk show.

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

The Antique Phonograph Music Program is a collection of pop, standard, and ethnic music acoustically recorded on discs and cylinders and played on period machines circa 1895-1925.

Music to laze around with, just like slipping into a warm, comfortable bath. Evenings filled with many stringed instruments and live performances.

WFMU's House of Horrors, with film scores, Kosmische/Krautrock, extreme/underground metal, and punk. Live guests and film commentary.

Somebody send me a pizza.

"I listened yesterday. It's no reflection on you but I could'nt see where you were going or what you were going for. This early seventies thing did'nt get noticed the first time and you talk about friends of like Dealney and Bonnie who had records out like we're supposed to remember who they are. Then you play this long winded free jazz stuff that really grates on my nerves. And that noise without a beat and sounds like someones being pinched. Then you play a reggae song, I think you called it Dub, to what, be cool? You seem to really fetishize the whole folk thing too which is obnoxious to us who don't even care. I liked it when you played that punk song though. I like Joe Belock a lot."

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.

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.

Andrea Silenzi speaks with friends, experts, guys in bars, and her own Grandma Phyllis about where love and sex meets technology.

Exploring emissions from the global underground: from contemporary hardcore to obscure grind and from weirdo pop to spastic noise, if it's strange and fascinating, it's on Infinite Distortion.

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!

Discovering true happiness through plastic.

Drawing an endless knot. Improvised, international, American, old, abstract, other.

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

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

Street interviews, vinyl exhumations, improv monologues, live listener call-ins, mini-musicals, original fiction, hyper-editing, sometimes filmed, analog-based micro-cassette ambiance, slightly digital. Join the Pigeonnaires. Act now!

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.

A chimpified, sonic soiree of overmodulated, toe-stubbing rock and roll.

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.

A sexy, multi-genre romp through time and space. Sifting through the crap to pull brand spankin' new tunes every Friday. Ketchup/Catsup.

You need these songs to purge yourself of the accumulated debris from 1+ too many years of not fully realized existence.

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.

"I fancy him at the court of Minos, anxious to know what sort of unmentionable monster the Minotaur may be, whether he is as frightful as all that or perhaps charming?" - Albert Camus

The promise of joy, the magic of blather. A call-in show for the New Age of Inquiry. The Man can't bust our chit-chat.

Hip-hop and rap. Yeah, that's where my heart's at. But any genre will fit as long as it ain't crap!

One hour; 23 or 24 soul 45s.

Music for your inner 17-year old.

A yurt for the transgenred.

Expect the unexpected, and prepare for the worst.

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 is as good as it gets.

Popular and Unpopular Music From Around the World

DJ Pat Byrne does what he does best: acts weird, plays good music, and repeats... repeats... repeats... repeats. Your 3-hour passport to insomnia.

Music without words, words without music, and combinations therein. The freeform soundtrack for working, shirking, or twerking.

An underground journey through the history of psychedelic rock, modern music, shimmering noise, free jazz, punk, funk, children's records played at the wrong speed, tape cut-up, static, the composition of decomposition, and subversive spoken word.

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.

Roots rock, much culture; lovers rock for the soul and mind. Drum and bass rule--light up something!

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.

There are two errors in this this freeform radio program description.

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.

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

Tangents, parenthetical asides, and digressions.

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