It's in the mix, without reservations.

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.

Plenty of Tull. Some other bands too if they rock.

" 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.

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.

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

A piercing, slicing, crushing odyssey through raw emotions, harsh noise, grinding blasts, hardcore punk, and unsettling thoughts. It's like if DS9 was more like Event Horizon, but as a radio 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.

A freeform blend to work your core.

Keys, phone, wallet, sense of impending doom.

A viking ship appears on the horizon, a likeness of Alice Coltrane 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.

Bronwyn C, The Iowa Firecracker talks pigs and takes your calls on pig-related matters.

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

100+ year old lo-fi recordings contextually presented.

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

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

Official Crumb Cake Capital Of The World.

"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."

Come for the peace and tranquility; stay for the guttural screaming.

Everything I do is gonna be funky.

Genre-surfing tokenism.

The program formerly known as Dinner at Andy's, The Fuzzy Glove Hour, Whores, and The Happiness Hut. Ken and Andy, also known as The Enema Boys, further lower WFMU's already abysmal standards on a weekly basis. 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.

New and vintage beats and pieces, with more than the occasional wrong turn at Albuquerque.

Mix show with an ear to the Jersey underground. Everything from club music to floor-punching hardcore to dancehall, mixed live for your enjoyment. Plus guest DJs, bands, and cultural heavyweights chopping it up in the studio.

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

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, listener call-ins, vinyl gluttery, sporadic normalcy, original floperas and fiktion, blatant talking over songs, politix, tenderness, and a vague undercurrent of angst. Right up your alley!

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 complete playlist will be added after the show is posted to the archives; please check back in a few days.)

Field recordings from the noosphere, music of mind control, self organizing feedback loops for singularitarians of all shapes and sizes.

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.

This isn't the kind of show you take home to your family. Get your polka shoes on and get ready to rumble.

Folk; old-timey; blues; psych, avant and acid folk old and new; ambient and electronic; 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.

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.

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!

Inoculated DJ plays songs and talks a lot.

R-R-Real Rock & Roll. Bad music that bad people want to hear, badly.

A small-c catholic preaching to the unevensong choir.

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

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.