It's in the mix, without reservations.

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

The lazy calm at the week's start. A few live performances included, but mainly music with an ear tilted toward string-driven things.

There are very few acorns this year. Tune in and find out why.

" 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.

6/19/12-present: The Most Trusted Team in Sports Talk Radio Today, Bronwyn C. and Jim the Poet, present all things sportsish and sportly and take your calls.

4/28/10–6/5/12: Thunk Tank with Bronwyn and Jay: WFMU's first callerless call-in show. Sixty minutes of news, reviews, interviews, egregious technical errors, and baffling streams of non sequiturs. Violating the false dichotomy between jokes and serious shit since 2010.

Home of all things avant-retard.

All the spectacle and clamor you crave...without those pesky crowds.

Musical delirium induced by sounds from electronic noise to free jazz, drone rock to a capella African song.

An avant nerd remixing smooth disco in a dancehall stylee.

Your three-hour alarm clock.

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.

The Citizen Kane of adult entertainment.

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.

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.

Funny. Rocking. Intriguing. Engaging. Modest. The best talk. The best music. Simply put: The Best.

$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!

DJ Disk Jockey, AKA Pat Byrne, does what he does best: acts weird, plays good music, and repeats... repeats... repeats... repeats.

"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, train whistles, 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.

Anti-fascist researcher Dave Emory (spelled E-M-O-R-Y) goes into all the hidden truths and details about evil men and their trade practices.

Every show starts with a cut from the ‘70s: Rediscovering the forgotten rockers, revisiting the once-hated disco beats, replaying the power-pop favorites. Next: copious amounts of new releases and occasional live bands. Also: I’m the biggest Nick Gilder fan on WFMU.

Music without words, words without music, and combinations therein.

An emotional trainwreck in fluffy bunny slippers.

Theme (n) - the subject of talk, a piece of writing, a person's thoughts, or an exhibition; a topic.

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 with everyone from the homeless to the glitterati. Live call-ins, hyper-editing, original fiction, and obscure vinyl exhumation. Clay's soft-spoken ways elicit love from guests and listeners alike.

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.

Join Nick Name for 180 minutes of eclectic sound.

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. Ketchup/Catsup.

Keilidh [kay-lee] (n.) 1. Gaelic word for a musical gathering in celebration.

Beastin' [bee-stihn] (ger., adj.) 1. An unnecessarily extreme reaction. 2. Pwning everyone at video games. 3. Tearin' up some pussy. 4. Really, really, REALLY cool.


Download the Beastin' Boyfriend Application here.

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 45's.

Riff rock for riff raff, pop fizzle for the frazzled, chord changes of life for the menopausal teenagers, a safari in the jingle-jangle jungle.

Music for your inner 17-year old.

Lullabies and reveilles. Something for the late nighters and early risers.

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.

Country classics, scratchy soul, groovy jazz, Jamaican jukebox, gospel goodies, and assorted rocktastic/poptastic #1 hits! All that and interviews with the world's finest music makers. It's just plain good!

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

Punk/new wave, psych, glam, garage, mod, freakbeat, funk, krautrock, noise, hardcore, indie, DIY, power pop, soul -- any and all good moving music! Live bands frequently, tix @ 4:06 -- why stop? Live life -- it's hectic but short, yo!

Popular and Unpopular Music From Around the World

Girlish charm and boyish good looks! Off-kilter pop punk-tuated with mixed media.

Radio through the lens of cinematic horror. Black metal, dark hardcore, modern "noise," occult-kosmische electronics, soundtracks, and horrorscapes™ galore. Monthly live performances, and guests from the world of film.

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

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.

Like a newborn baby discovering the melodies of existence for the first time! Experimental-hardcore-post-pop-punk-nuevo-hippie-dance-noise for the uncontrollably self-conscious. ALSO: Talking!

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