Podcasts about Rizla

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In the latest episode of our series of in-depth conversations with paddock people, host Toby Moody sits down for a wide-ranging chat with former Suzuki MotoGP team principal (and current team principal of the Yamaha factory World Superbike squad) Paul Denning. They discuss the differences between managing teams in MotoGP and World Superbikes, as well as the subtle cultural differences between the different Japanese marques Denning has worked for. Denning also goes in to depth on securing the iconic Rizla sponsorship, the merits of Kenny Roberts Jr and John Hopkins as riders, and why things didn't work out for Ben Spies at Suzuki. He also talks at length about his star rider in WSB, Toprak Razgatlioglu, explaining what makes him so special before answering the question every fan wants to know about if and when he'll make the switch to MotoGP.Denning also explains what it was like to go from watching riders like Loris Capirossi on TV to becoming his boss, reveals which riders he came very close to signing to Suzuki, and reminisces on his standout moments in MotoGP, including Chris Vermeulen's victory at Le Mans in 2007. Follow The Race on Instagram, Twitter and FacebookCheck out our latest videos on YouTubeDownload our app on iOS or Android Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In the latest episode of our series of in-depth conversations with paddock people, host Toby Moody sits down for a wide-ranging chat with former Suzuki MotoGP team principal (and current team principal of the Yamaha factory World Superbike squad) Paul Denning.  They discuss the differences between managing teams in MotoGP and World Superbikes, as well as the subtle cultural differences between the different Japanese marques Denning has worked for.  Denning also goes in to depth on securing the iconic Rizla sponsorship, the merits of Kenny Roberts Jr and John Hopkins as riders, and why things didn't work out for Ben Spies at Suzuki.  He also talks at length about his star rider in WSB, Toprak Razgatlioglu, explaining what makes him so special before answering the question every fan wants to know about if and when he'll make the switch to MotoGP. Denning also explains what it was like to go from watching riders like Loris Capirossi on TV to becoming his boss, reveals which riders he came very close to signing to Suzuki, and reminisces on his standout moments in MotoGP, including Chris Vermeulen's victory at Le Mans in 2007.  Follow The Race on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook Check out our latest videos on YouTube Download our app on iOS or Android Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

// Mountain rescue // 4 food groups // Fixing a door // Death // Top 3 farts? // The old lady // Rizla off //

Deux heures d'échange franco-belge pour tenter de tracer quelques trajectoires et poser quelques jalons de 30 années de rap dans le plat pays. Les références citées dans cette émission : Brussels Rap Convention, Benny B, Starflam, James Deano, SuperGeil, Grazzhoppa, Mr. Rens, Eskondo, Kiwi, Rapattitude, Sly Dee, Ya Kid Kay, Technotronic, Kick the Bass, TLP, DJ Sake, Daddy K, Defi.J, Rayer, De Puta Madre, Shark, Rumky, Fly Girl (morceau et clip), DJ Sonar, Raw (media), Alain Lapiowere - Total Respect : la génération hip-hop en Belgique (livre), Fidèles au vinyl, Starflam, Rhyme Cut Core, At the Crossroads(maxi), Britcore (genre), Blade, 691 Influential (label), Postmen, E-Life, Smimooz, R.A.B (crew), CNN199, BigShot, Une Ball dans la tête (album), NTM, Fabe, "Vandale" (morceau), Phat Unda (compilation), Calmage (compilation), 9mm recordz (label), Souterrain (label), Lez-Arts Hip-Hop (festival), Le Rap appartient à ceux qui y pensent (album), Rival, DJ HMD, Les Gens d'armes (mixtape), Akhenaton, Imohtep, Faf Larage, Sako, Chiens de Paille, Scylla, Lino, Baloji, Akro, Surivants (album), Assassin, Rap Game (livre), Benjamin Chulvanij, Hostile Records, James Deano, L'Enfant Pavé, Donne-moi de l'amour (album), "Je marche seul" (morceau clippé), "Comme on est venu" (morceau clippé), "Ma part du Ghetto" (morceau clipé), Pitcho, Aral, SKaa & Barok, Mémoires mortes (album), Incantation, P.50 (crew), Le Chant D. loups, Le Fils du commissaire (album), "Branleur de service" (morceau & maxi), "Esclave du système" (morceau), "BX Vibes" (morceau), Immersion (EP), "Bons baisers de Belgique" (morceau), Bienvenu & Sonar, "Ce Plat pays" (morceau), Exodarap, Za, "Get Busy" (morceau), Les Gars du H, DJ UINKXXS & DJ Kaine, Sozyone (alias Pee Gonzalez), Hommes d'honneur (maxi), X-Men, Brutal Muzik (album), Invaderdz, Béhybé, Sabeer, Hofusk, Skaa, Mig One, Dope Adn, Dope Skwad, ADN 7.6, Tar One, Daexxx, Vega, Sixo, Rockin Squat, "Mic Smoking" (morceau), Melfiano, La Smala, BX Vibes (Remix), De la Rue à la scène (album), RDZ RainyDayZ Productions (label), CODS (distributeur), Music Mania (disquaire), Deparone, Give Me 5, Poignée de punchlines, Incourt (ville, festival Inc'Rock), Koss, Chillow, Born to Live, El Da Senseï, Aral & Sauzé, Da Youngstaz, Royce Da 5'9, Lords of the Underground, Chip fu, Evidence, Necro, MF Doom, Caballero, Pont de la Reine (EP), Double Hélice (EP), Rizla, JeanJass, Seyté, Nekfeu, Greedyfingers, Mr Greedy, 1995, L'Entourage, Cool Connexion, L'Animalerie, Mani Deïz, Damso, Roméo Elvis, Hamza, Isha, Zwangere Guy, Stikstof, BerryKrimi, Ancienne Belgique (salle de concert), Jazz, Astro. Les crédits de cette émission : Un podcast enregistré le 9 avril 2022 chez Mélusine. Un podcast présenté, enregistré et réalisé par zo., avec comme invité Sonny Mariano de Melodiggerz.be. Moyens techniques et productions fournis par L'Abcdr du Son. Les contenus musicaux utilisés dans cette émission sont diffusés à titre d'illustration du propos, dans le cadre du droit à la citation. La monétisation de ce podcast est automatiquement reversée aux ayants-droits. Voir Acast.com/privacy pour les informations sur la vie privée et l'opt-out.

Madelen har endelig fått bart! Kari har fått en kontakt på Stortinget, og skal nå bedrive lobbyvirksomhet på privaten. Og Trym, den jævelen har reist til Las Vegas for Miss Perry og kom hjem igjen Miss Rona.

Bassland Show @ DFM (08.12.2021) - Special guest DJ Brix. Эфир посвящен музыканту Deekline (UK) Bassland Show by DJ Profit в студии DFM каждую среду с 23.00 до 00 Подписывайтесь на эфиры: Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/ru/podcast/bassland-show/id1128353377?mt=2 Android: https://basslandshow.podster.fm 01 Deekline & Wizard - Bounce & Rebound (Beat Assassins Remix) 02 Deekline & Wizard - Ready for Your Love (Keith MacKenzie & DJ Fixx Remix) 03 Deekline, Ed Solo, Million Dan - Reload (Original mix) 04 Deekline, Sporty-O & Dustin Hulton - Apple Bottom (Original Mix) 05 Deekline & Ed Solo, Nu Jam - Shoulder Lift (Deekline & Ed Solo Mix) [feat. Hyperactive, Sparks, Jay Mac, Rubi Dan, RB & Midas] 06 Defkline & ED SOLO – Take It Back (Defkline & Red Polo mix) 07 Origin8a & Propa - Massive (MKII Remix) 08 Deekline - Bass Shaker VIP 09 Deekline & Fish - Sugar & Spice (VIP Mix) 10 Lady Waks & Mutantbreakz - We Keep the Fire Burning (Deekline Remix) [feat. MC Navigator] 11 Deekline & Ed Solo Present Stickybuds – Guaranteed 12 Deekline & Ed Solo - English Queens Feat Darrison (Original Mix) 13 Deekline & Ed Solo - Bad Boyz 14 Deekline & Ed Solo - Champion Lover 15 Ed Solo & Deekline - Hail Up the Lion 16 Deekline, Ed Solo - Always (Eddie K and Minus_remix) 17 Deekline & Freestylers – Champion 18 Deekline & Specimen A - Click Clack 19 Freestylers & Deekline - OMG (Original Mix) 20 Deekline - Pass Me the Rizla (feat. Gerenal Levy & Tippa Irie) 21 Ed Solo & Deekline - Junglist (feat. General Levy) https://vk.com/djprofit https://www.instagram.com/profit_dj https://www.facebook.com/profitdj https://www.youtube.com/user/profitabledj #bassland #basslandshow #drumandbass #dnb #edm #djprofit #radioshow #bassmusic

In the latest installment of Cannthropology, we explore the history of rolling papers—from their origins in Alcoy, Spain in the 1600s, to their expansion into France in the 1800s, and the market shift toward cannabis and the counterculture during the 1960s and 70s, we'll touch on the various pioneers, innovations, and brands (including Bambu, Pay-Pay, OCB, Rizla+, Zig-Zag, E-Z Wider and more) that have driven the industry forward throughout the centuries. Joining host Bobby Black in this discussion is RAW Rolling Papers founder/CEO (and rolling paper collector/historian) Josh Kesselman, who explains how seeing a magic trick by his dad at age five developed into a lifelong obsession with rolling papers, and how he's transformed that passion into a multi-million dollar paraphernalia empire that continues to honor the long, proud tradition from which it evolved.

In the latest installment of Cannthropology, we explore the history of rolling papers—from their origins in Alcoy, Spain in the 1600s, to their expansion into France in the 1800s, and the market shift toward cannabis and the counterculture during the 1960s and 70s, we'll touch on the various pioneers, innovations, and brands (including Bambu, Pay-Pay, OCB, Rizla+, Zig-Zag, E-Z Wider and more) that have driven the industry forward throughout the centuries. Joining host Bobby Black in this discussion is RAW Rolling Papers founder/CEO (and rolling paper collector/historian) Josh Kesselman, who explains how seeing a magic trick by his dad at age five developed into a lifelong obsession with rolling papers, and how he's transformed that passion into a multi-million dollar paraphernalia empire that continues to honor the long, proud tradition from which it evolved.

ROLL WITH IT - featuring rolling paper mogul/historian Josh Kesselman (Episode 15). In the latest installment of Cannthropology, we explore the history of rolling papers—from their origins in Alcoy, Spain in the 1600s, to their expansion into France in 1800, and the market shift toward cannabis and the counterculture during the 1960s and 70s, we'll touch on the various pioneers, innovations, and brands (including Bambu, Pay-Pay, OCB, Rizla+, Zig-Zag, E-Z Wider and more) that have driven the industry forward throughout the centuries. Joining host Bobby Black in this discussion is RAW Rolling Papers founder/CEO (and rolling paper collector/historian) Josh Kesselman, who explains how seeing a magic trick by his dad at age five developed into a lifelong obsession with rolling papers, and how he's transformed that passion into a multi-million dollar paraphernalia empire that continues to honor the long, proud tradition from which it evolved.

In the latest installment of Cannthropology, we explore the history of rolling papers—from their origins in Alcoy, Spain in the 1600s, to their expansion into France in the 1800s, and the market shift toward cannabis and the counterculture during the 1960s and 70s, we'll touch on the various pioneers, innovations, and brands (including Bambu, Pay-Pay, OCB, Rizla+, Zig-Zag, E-Z Wider and more) that have driven the industry forward throughout the centuries. Joining host Bobby Black in this discussion is RAW Rolling Papers founder/CEO (and rolling paper collector/historian) Josh Kesselman, who explains how seeing a magic trick by his dad at age five developed into a lifelong obsession with rolling papers, and how he's transformed that passion into a multi-million dollar paraphernalia empire that continues to honor the long, proud tradition from which it evolved. The World of Cannabis Museum Project presents: Cannthropology—the potcast that explores the history of cannabis culture one artifact and interview at a time. Hosted by World of Cannabis executive director and marijuana media icon Bobby Black. In each episode, Bobby chooses a different item(s) from the museum's collection of around 500 rare antiques, artifacts, and artworks, and welcomes a different guest to help him explore the item's significance and place in cannabis history. Read our Cannthropology blog at worldofcannabis.museum/cannthropology and in our official media partner Leaf Magazine. If you are interested in becoming a sponsor of this podcast, please contact us at cannthropology@gmail.com. SHOW LINKS Website: worldofcannabis.museum Facebook: Cannthropology, WOCMuseum, BobbyBlack420 Instagram: Cannthropology, worldofcannabis.museum, BobbyBlack420 Twitter: Cannthropology, WOCMuseum, @bobbyblack YouTube: WorldofCannabis, TheInfamousBobbyBlack Hashtags: #Cannthropology #worldofcannabismuseum #worldofcannabis #wocmuseum GUEST LINKS Website: rawthentic.com Facebook: RawRollingPaper, rawkandrolling Instagram: @rawkandroll, @RAWlife247 Hashtags: #rawthentic #rawlife420 © World of Cannabis and Cannthropology are registered trademarks of Velleman Beheer B.V. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cannthropology/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cannthropology/support

With her EP Digital Tears slated to be released this year, RIMON's soulful music explores everything from personal relationships to the increasing role that social media plays in our lives. Sitting down with Dazed for the final instalment of its Roll The Tape series – a partnership between Dazed and Rizla celebrating live music – RIMON talks us through the creative turning points in her life. From her time spent in refugee camps as a child to writing her first song aged 10, find out more about why the Eritrean-born singer is proving herself to be an integral voice for this generation. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Far more than a musician, Kojey Radical is a performer and genre-defying visionary. Despite having found lockdown restricting, he sought ways to adapt, utilising social media and interacting with his fans to release new music and work on an album. Chatting with Dazed for the second instalment of its Roll The Tape series – a partnership between Dazed and Rizla celebrating live music – we learn more about the inimitable artist as he opens about mental health, fatherhood, and his first love: comic books. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Having released her pop-infused dancehall EP The Red Room: Yard Gyal Inna Britain earlier this year, Alicaì Harley has proved herself a force to be reckoned with in the UK music scene. As part of Dazed's Roll The Tape series – a partnership between Dazed and Rizla celebrating live music – we sat down with the musician to talk about everything from finding creativity in a pandemic, to reminiscing on the sounds of her childhood spent in Jamaica, and crucially, whether or not she believes in ghosts. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

What to say about this week's episode? Well... we enjoy some Would You Rather's, Gemma has an unexpected visitor during an inappropriate time. Which is better ZigZag or Rizla rolling papers and why is Gemma not giving away her cigarettes? Where will the Tadpoles venture to on the Magic School Bus? James gets rather heated after a story of the week and what was up a man's bum? AND the usual Codswallop.  IF this is your first time listening to Talking Codswallop, please can we ask you to follow Talking Codswallop on Facebook, Instagram + Twitter @CodswallopPod. REMEMBER TO CLICK SUBSCRIBE to the podcast to get all of the up to date episodes. We love our current audience, but we are always looking to grow. #IndiePodcastsNeedYourHelp!!! 

This week Nonix present the episode fifty five of Oxygen Radio ! Subcribe now for the next episode next week This episode including the new tracks of my brothers Nodi Ataraxia & DCL3ms, Asco, Nicola Fasano, Leandro Da Silva, Mr. Sid, Al Sharif, Grimix, Rizla and many more Good listening and see you next week ! Tracklist :   1. NoDi Ataraxia x DCl3MS - It’s 2am 2. Joe C & Faraone - City Lights 3. Skytech & Fafaq feat. Saga Bloom - Lose Control  4. ASCO, Nicola Fasano - You're not Alone 5. DNF - Sweet Like Candy 6. Ra5tik - Innocent  7. Leandro Da Silva & Mr. Sid & Al Sharif - Ghosted  8. Greg Dela feat. Stage Republic - Wide Awake 9. Tim Hox - Amare 10. DEADLINE - In My Heart  11. ELYX - Control  12. Grimix & Rizla - Mama Say 13. Julian Snijder - Your Love [TUNE OF THE WEEK] 14. Almero & Adam Juhl - Athens 15. SMACK & 22Bullets feat. Lovespeake - Ride Or Die 16. Martin Mix & DNVX - Replaced 17. Maddoxx - Burning (Thomas Newson Remix) 18. OUTRAGE & AKI-HIRO - Diamonds 19. Harris & Ford x NOOMA - Everlasting 20. HYBIT, Subliminals & Drifter5 - Psycho Rave 

Carl Beech is the president of Christian Vision for Men (CVM), CEO of The Edge and founder of both Edgefest and The Gathering festivals. He is also an author, radio host and podcaster.0:24: Carl tells us about CVM, The Edge and the work they do with working class men.01:14 The Beginning – Carl tells us about one of his earliest memories, what he was like as a mischievous 12-year-old, using pages of the bible as Rizla paper, hating school and dreaming of joining the army…8:14 The Battlefield of the Mind – Carl talks about being dared by a friend to go to church, struggling with his mental health and having an epiphany that freed him from the pressure to succeed…18:52 The Mountain Top – Carl talks about the highlights of his journey so far, his sense of gratitude and learning to live for the moment in God.26:08 The Things I Wish I’d Known – Carl gives his advice to a young man starting out today… HashtagsA Heart for the PoorInsecuritiesGod’s Unconditional Acceptance GratitudeFind a MentorListenGet the Job Done!Don’t Be Mediocre Email us @info@economicsandthespirit.comThe Good Man AudiobookThe Good Man on Audible.comLinksCVMThe Edge The Gathering Festival Edgefest CreditsIcon made by Freepik from www.flaticon.com

Hoe kan het dat het aantal officiële winnaars van Parijs-Roubaix groter is dan het aantal keer dat deze klassieker is verreden? In de eerste aflevering van Kroonieken verteld Karsten Kroon je het verhaal van Parijs-Roubaix 1949.De meeste fans in het wielerstadion van Roubaix zullen op eerste paasdag in april 1949 hard hebben gejuicht toen de Fransman André Mahé in de spint de Belg Frans Leenen versloeg, en zo de meest prestigieuze eendagswedstrijd op zijn naam schreef.Ze zullen zijn onconventionele binnenkomst in het Vélodrome – via de perstribune en over een hek aan de overkant van de baan – wel een beetje raar hebben gevonden. Maar, in een tijd lang voordat de winnaar een kassei mee naar huis kreeg, zullen ze vervolgens hebben gezien hoe de opgeluchte renner uit Bretagne de door Rizla-sigaretten gesponsorde trofee omhoog hield op het hoogste podium.Als ze het Vélodrome direct daarna hadden verlaten, hebben ze niet de kans gehad om hun afkeur te laten blijken toen een paar minuten later werd aangekondigd dat de winst in plaats van aan Mahé werd toegekend aan Serse Coppi, de Italiaanse renner die de achtervolgers had aangevoerd en op enige afstand op de derde plaats was geëindigd.Maar dan zullen ze het de volgende dag wel op de voorpagina van de sportkrant L'Équipe hebben gelezen: “Mahé, eerste na 200 meter te ver te hebben gereden, later gediskwalificeerd.”Hier is wat uitleg natuurlijk op zijn plaats…Kroonieken - een podcast van Eurosport – is een serie terugblikken op de meest fascinerende, controversiële en uitzonderlijke renners en wedstrijden uit de wielerhistorie. Geschreven door Felix Lowe vertaald door Toon Kroon en verteld door Karsten Kroon. Van de enorme gok van Eddy Merckx op de Galibier in 1972 – via de ontvoeringen en controverse achter de eerste Zuid-Amerikaanse winst in een grote ronde – tot het WK waar de Amerikaanse ploeggenoten Greg LeMond en Jock Boyer bittere rivalen werden. Karsten laat het allemaal de revue passeren met iedere week een nieuwe aflevering. De artikelen van Felix zijn ook op onze site te lezen: www.eurosport.nl See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

"She brought front and rizla" | No behaviour Episode 013 by Margs & Loons

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Raders by Nelson Stanley   They called themselves the Raders, and if you didn’t know, you’d swear that they were waiting for something: a bunch of boyed-up cookers, second-string hot hatches and shopping trollies adorned with bazzing body-kits parked down at the overcliff again, throttles blipping in time to the breakbeats. Throaty roar from aftermarket back-boxes you could shove your fist up, throb of the bass counter-pointed by an occasional crack as a cheap six-by-nine gave up the ghost. Occasionally a sub overheated, leaving nothing but ear-splitting midrange and treble howling into the gale blowing rain off the sea. Mya had pushed half a pill into Maggie’s hand when the red XR2 picked her up outside the all-night Turkish takeaway, and Maggie regretted dropping it already, though at first she’d thought the high percentage of whizz in it might lend her enough chemical bravery to finally say what she wanted. Now her eyes rolled in her head and the rush made it difficult to speak. Sparks came off the edges of the headlights splitting the mizzle outside. Her nervous system uncoiled and re-knitted itself, reducing her to a warm soup through which the uppers fizzed and popped.     [Full story after the cut.] Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip episode 72 for June 10, 2019. This is your host, Keffy, and I’m super excited to be sharing this story with you. Today we have a GlitterShip original, which starts off a new issue that you can pick up at GlitterShip.com/buy, on Gumroad at gum.co/gship08, or on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and other ebook retailers. If you’ve been waiting to pick up your copy of the Tiptree Award Honor Listed book, GlitterShip Year Two, there’s a great deal going on for Pride over at StoryBundle. GlitterShip Year Two is part of a Pride month LGBTQ fantasy fiction bundle. StoryBundle is a pay-what-you-want bundle site. For $5 or more, you can get four great books, and for $15 or more, you’ll get an additional five books, including GlitterShip Year Two, and a story game. That comes to as little as $1.50 per book or game. The StoryBundle also offers an option to give 10% of your purchase amount to charity. The charity for this bundle is Rainbow Railroad, a charity that helps queer folks get to a safe place if their country is no longer safe for them. http://www.storybundle.com/pride Our story today is “Raders” by Nelson Stanley. Before we get to that, though, here is our poem, “Vampiric Tendencies in the Year 4500” by Renee Christopher. Renee Christopher is an SFF writer and poet currently making it through her last Iowa winter. Noble / Gas has nominated her poetry for a Pushcart, and her first short story can be found in Fireside Fiction. Follow her on Twitter @reneesunok or on Mastodon @sunok@wandering.shop   Vampiric Tendencies in the Year 4500 By Renee Christopher   Moon-sewn mothgirls clot          near light, their search for glow similar to mine. The door left          ajar          allowed us both alternate methods for creation creatures merged          with cosmic teeth. Stars managed to adapt          find those who, thick as molasses, gleamed upon the trellis          of a new future. But what I look for flutters past a stand of deer          —bright and wingless, with champagne fingers and summer tongues. At least, the searing          reminds me of a time when the sun burned hot and fast.          Now the blood  I need drips neon from above, filters through          decadent soil in a system unknown. In this quest for light          source, I am not alone.   Nelson Stanley works in an academic library in the UK. His stories have been published recently in places like The Dark Magazine, the Lethe Press anthology THCock, Black Dandy, The Gallery of Curiosities, The Sockdolager, and Tough Crime. One of his stories was included in the British Fantasy Award-winning anthology Extended Play.   Raders by Nelson Stanley   They called themselves the Raders, and if you didn’t know, you’d swear that they were waiting for something: a bunch of boyed-up cookers, second-string hot hatches and shopping trollies adorned with bazzing body-kits parked down at the overcliff again, throttles blipping in time to the breakbeats. Throaty roar from aftermarket back-boxes you could shove your fist up, throb of the bass counter-pointed by an occasional crack as a cheap six-by-nine gave up the ghost. Occasionally a sub overheated, leaving nothing but ear-splitting midrange and treble howling into the gale blowing rain off the sea. Mya had pushed half a pill into Maggie’s hand when the red XR2 picked her up outside the all-night Turkish takeaway, and Maggie regretted dropping it already, though at first she’d thought the high percentage of whizz in it might lend her enough chemical bravery to finally say what she wanted. Now her eyes rolled in her head and the rush made it difficult to speak. Sparks came off the edges of the headlights splitting the mizzle outside. Her nervous system uncoiled and re-knitted itself, reducing her to a warm soup through which the uppers fizzed and popped. Waves thrashed at the rocks below the edge of the cliff. An occasional dark shape—a seagull, perhaps, blown off-course and away from the bins—fluttered into the edges of the headlights’ glare and then reeled away into the greater darkness. Hydro and tobacco exhaust vented through half-opened drivers’ windows and flavored the edges of the sooty exhaust smoke from a dozen engines running too rich. One or other spun dustbin-lid size alloys on the wet, loose tarmac with an angry howl, holding it on the handbrake, then—just when you might think that a clutch was about to melt—drop it hard so that fat low-profiles tramped up into the suspension turrets as the tires found purchase, slewing away to nail it down the narrow cliff road, returning from its circuit a few minutes later to rejoin the loose congregation in the car park. “See. What I mean is, we could be like... See? We don’t have to like... What I mean...” Maggie trailed off, frustrated not so much, perhaps, by her inability to articulate her emotions than by the inefficiency of talking as a medium for expression itself. Why couldn’t she just touch Mya, and have her know exactly what she meant? How she felt? She chewed savagely upon the inside of her bottom lip and fervently wished she’d brought some chewing gum, breath fast through her nose. She started to roll a ciggie, but her hands were shaking and tobacco and papers seemed alive in her hands. In the driver’s seat, Mya was doing her lippy in the rear-view, an action made more difficult by the way she was surfing the breakbeats pulsing from the stereo, pausing occasionally to puff on the spliff hanging out of the other side of her mouth. With a sigh that seemed practiced she twisted her lippy shut and dropped it amongst the scree of empty Embassy No.1 packets, roached Rizla cartons, baggies and half-crushed tins of cheap cider littering the dashboard. “Look,” she said, placing both hands on the steering wheel, as if what she had to say required anchoring herself more firmly to the car, “With you now it’s all ‘What I want’ and ‘What I think is’ and it just... I knew it’d get like this. Knew it. What you don’ get is, I don’t care. It’s over, girl. Let go.” Chemicals rushed into Maggie’s head like someone filling up a bath. She was frantically rubbing a rolling paper flat between her thumbs, gaze pinned to the wrinkled rectangle as if somewhere upon it was written a way out of this, a way to get Mya back. “I suppose I do need you,” Mya went on, leaning back in the Recaro and idly picking at a blim-hole in the upholstery while puffing luxuriantly on her smoke. “But not the way you need me. I can’t be the thing you want, y’know? It was fun, while it lasted, but is what it is, girl.” She glanced over at Maggie. “But you can still help, if you like.” Maggie—lorn and reeling from the chemicals thudding through her central cortex—tried to answer, but all that came out was a small hiccuping yelp. She nodded frantically. “Jesus fuck,” Mya said, and shoved the j toward her passenger. “D’you wan’ some of that?” she said, and it seemed to Maggie that there was love in the gesture, in Mya’s voice, real love, an outpouring of care and concern, and even if it wasn’t what Maggie wanted—that surging roil in her groin, the brimming of her heart that accompanied her memories of the two of them twined together in Mya’s bed, under the Congo Natty poster, the way Mya held her hand in public once or twice, walking back through the rain and the ghost-haunted dawn, hoodies pulled up against the wind—then, still, it unlocked such a river of sweet-flowing sadness inside Maggie that she thought she might melt, right there in the XR2, melt outward in a great silent wave of warmth that blossomed from some secret core inside her body and pulsed through her, turning her flesh to something at once liquid and as evanescent as smoke. “Jesus fuck,” Mya said again, peering into Maggie’s face. “If you vom all on my Recaros I swear down I will kick you out right here, get me?”, but Maggie knew she wouldn’t, knew she wouldn’t do that, and she was right.   Outside, other cars were gathering, as if drawn by the bass or the lights, as if boyed-up hatches were sad deep-sea creatures, huddling together for mutual warmth around some abyssal vent. Inside, in the thick dusty warmth blowing out of the demister, Maggie shucked off her hoodie and T-shirt, down to her bra, worming her shoulder blades into the fabric of the passenger seat. Though she rolled her eyes at this, Mya was at least calmer now that Maggie had smoked herself into a place of happy burbling. She cranked down the window as a battered G1 CRX pulled up, fishtank lights glowing underneath the sills and an acre of filler across its back three-quarter panel as if it suffered the ravages of some terrible disease. The relentless, tinny grinding of mid-period Sick of it All pounding from the CRX met the XR2’s sweetly dubbing Jungle, twisted in the rain into a horrifying new hybrid. The boy in the CRX, baseball cap pulled down low, leaned out the window and put his hand out for a fistbump, got left hanging, pulled it in reluctantly and settled further down into his Parka. “It’s nearly time,” Mya said to him. He sniffed. “Aye.” “You gonna lead?” He shrugged, somewhat restrained by his seatbelt. “Thought you were gonna. As it’s, like, your party n’that.” All around the car-park hatches were circling now, splashing through the puddles: a well-loved 205 GTI with engine mounts so shot that it kangaroo-ed on the clutch, pitching the front-end like an obsequious underling kowtowing to its superior so that the add-on plastic chin spoiler spat a spray of gravel in front of it. A cooking Sierra twin-cam done out to look like a Cossie decided to show the front-drive pretenders what they were missing out on, and started power-oversteering around the edge of the circling hatches, back end slewing dangerously close before a hefty stomp on the throttle and an armful opposite-lock sent it whirling away. Maggie, eyes rolling saucer in her head, could only see trails of light, fireworks steaming in the dark, light spidering out of itself to scrawl the night, after-images licking at the edges of the rain. “Where we going?” she said, struggling upright in the seat, pulse thrumming up through her, a solid lump in her throat. “We’re gonna take a trip to Faerieland,” Mya said as she took the XR2 out of the carpark, the Raders peeling off after her, each trailing a respectable distance behind the other, jostling for position down the narrow slip road. “The land of the dead, the shining place on the hill where the Good Stuff comes from, where they take you when it’s all over.” Maggie watched the empty wet streets go past, everything wet and filthy, the streetlamps chrysanthemum bursts of light. The Raders peeled off and followed one-by-one in a continuous rising and falling of fat aftermarket tailpipes and tinny drum’n’bass, punctuated occasionally by the telltale clunk-woosh of a dump valve some joker had bolted on to a naturally-aspirated Golf. They snaked down the road leading from the overcliff, overly-fat radials whispering across the wet tarmac then ka-thumping awkwardly as they bottomed out on the potholes because they’d lowered their suspension by cutting their coil springs with an angle grinder. “Think on,” said Mya, checking her reflection in the rear-view, “Think, Maggie. A place—well, not quite a place—somewhere they talk in the high-pitched whistle of bats, words you hear not with your ears but something lodged in the back of your brain. They got stuff there, one tiny hit’ll burn through your soul, let you touch the face of God and strip away your skin, make you forget all the shit life drops in your lap.” Beyond the glass, the neon frontage on dingy shops and cheap bars spread and blurred in firework streaks. Maggie convulsed in her seatbelt, clawing at the tensioner as it ratcheted too-tightly around her stomach. The XR2 lurched over a speed-bump outside Syndicate—the townie girls lined up on the wet pavement clutching their purses, tugging ineffectually at two inches’ of skirt as the rain blew in sideways from the seafront, the young boys with too much hair product reeking of cheap body-spray and grabbing their crotches as they shotgunned cans of lager—and for a second Maggie thought she might actually be sick, but luckily it passed. “A place where you never have to think,” said Mya, idly flicking ash off the end of her j as she took to the wrong side of the road to pass a dawdling hatchback—big swoosh of locked brakes against wet tarmac, cacophony of horns blaring into the night—“Where you never get hungry, or sad, or old.” Maggie opened her mouth to speak, but Mya chose that moment to take the inside, getting both nearside wheels up on the curb as she passed a recovery lorry turning on to the main road, orange spinning light sending weird tiger stripes strobing across the interior of the XR2. As Mya straightened up, fighting the bit of aquaplane as she brought it level, she continued: “There was this girl, see. She was just like any other. Stupid but not free. She met another girl, and fell in love. The sex was fucking epic—” and at this Maggie gave a low moan—“for starters, but wasn’t just meat-meet, wasn’t just something in the cunt or the brain or the blood. This other girl showed the first one things she’d never seen. A new way of looking at the world—” Traffic lights bloomed like fireworks through the rain-swept windscreen as Mya, faced with the inconvenience of a stop signal, took a shortcut through the carpark of a pub, narrowly missing someone’s Transit pulling out of a space then nipping back into the snarl of traffic, agonised howls of horns behind them like the baying of something monstrous. “A new pair of eyes.” Maggie nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “The world seemed changed,” Mya went on. “Everything was magic.” The speed of their passage smeared the neon of a kebab shop across the night, and Maggie, her hand up to wave away a stray strand of hair that she swore was scuttling across her face like a spider, was left staring, open-mouthed, soul tightening in her throat as it sought to escape the skin, astonished at the colored lights crawling and twisting across her skin. “She showed her things she never dreamed existed, never dreamed could exist. Then, her lover told this girl that she couldn’t have her, that it wasn’t to be. Where her lover came from, she said, that place was different to ours, and she had to go back there. She came from far away, from a place out beyond the days of working shit jobs for the man and burning up your nights in Rizlas and watching them drift,” Mya said, exhaling a long cloud of dope smoke. As it hit the windscreen and flattened out Maggie watched the coils interpolate and shiver in a slow-motion swirl, and the spirals twisted and convulsed and in the whirl there were bodies churning, moving against each other in a liquid tumble, figures clotted together and sliding through each other and as she watched featureless heads opened empty mouths in silent screams of ecstasy and lust— Taking another big roundabout, Mya let the XR2 go sideways for shits and giggles, whoosh of tires on wet asphalt, and the stately procession of the Raders followed, each making the same playful half-wobble in the Ford’s wake, then out on the ring-road past industrial estates lit up garishly by high-powered halogens. Maggie dry-swallowed the lump in her throat, convulsed slightly, gasped out: “I think I’m gonna need another pill, if we’re going to a rave.” Mya ignored her. “This other lover, she told the girl she was in deep, that where she came from they never died, but every so often one of them had to pay a price, tithe to the Man Who Waits, the Man Who Must Be Paid, and that it was her turn to pay.” On the edge of a judder of chemicals as they sped down the pulsing freeways of her blood, Maggie found her voice: “I’d’ve loved to have gone to a rave with you. We never did, did we? There was that big one, down by the river, in the old tire factory? We never made it,” and she trailed off, the memory of that night coming back to hit her: going round someone’s house to score, the crunch of the purple-y crystals in the baggie with the smiley on it. Too greedy to wait, they’d each cut a line that glistened like finely-ground glass on the back of a CD case, huffed it back, shrieking and clapping and giggling at the burn as it dissolved their mucus membranes. They’d staggered out of the dealer’s house arm-in-arm, already giggling, bathed in the streetlamp’s orange glow, hands slipping between hoodies and jeans against the cold. Before they knew it they were fucking each other raw in an alley behind the closed-down Tesco Express, panting against the bins, colors streaming from the edges of their vision as fingers worked in the cold.   Mya’s hand dropped swiftly off the gearstick, squeezed Maggie’s knee. “Nearly there,” she whispered. Maggie was halfway to replying “No, no you fucking weren’t, with the Mollie you took ages to come, I had to go down on you, knees in a puddle, my Diesels got fucking wet through,” when she looked up, and saw. The lights of a deserted superstore glowing through the murk like the warning lights of a ship out at sea. To either side light industrial units glowered through the rain. Something that might’ve been a dog scurried through the puddles collecting on the uneven tarmac, shook itself, then squeezed through the gap in a fence and was gone. The road descended as it cut across a valley. At the top of the valley sides, brooding behind razor wire, huge dark shapes reared against the night sky. The XR2 turned up a driveway you could get an articulated lorry through, between steep banks choked with wet gorse. She pulled up in a huge open space across which the low-profiles bucked and jinked, big wheels nervous over the ruts. Ahead of them, a locked gate, skin of plate iron welded onto a framework of quarter-inch box-section, topped with barbed wire like icing on a birthday cake, stained with something that shone dark in the backwash off the streetlights, something that might’ve been oil. “Mya, babe,” said Maggie, “where the fuck are we?” The rest of the Raders, fallen behind in traffic or cut off from the XR2 by stop lights, began to wheel out of the night on to the forecourt, pulling up in a rough circle. One by one, the engines died, leaving just the reflections of their under-sill lights on the wet tarmac and their headlights cutting through the rain, deepening the shadows on the huge organic-seeming shapes sprawled up the side of the valley. From behind the ringing in her ears, Maggie thought she heard a sound far-off like bells, irregular, plangent, as if they’d taken a wrong turn and were down by the sea and could hear the ships still rolling at anchor in the wind, or when you’d gone to a free party and got mashed and passed out next to a sixteen foot high speaker and woke up with your head ringing and chiming, every sound distant and jangling for the next few days. Mya smiled, leaned back in the driver’s seat, pulled another joint from a crevice on the dash, held it by the twist-shut and shook it to level it out. “This is Faerieland, babe.” Mya, an easy smile playing about her lips, sparked up the j. Maggie, spiking on another wave off her pill, nodded, started frantically chewing out her lip. “Is this like when we—” Mya pressed a finger to her lips and the dry knuckle against Maggie’s mouth smelled of hash and tobacco and the pleasantly artificial tang of raspberry lipstick. “This is like nothing you’ve ever seen,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Now. Why don’t you unclasp your seatbelt?” Maggie fancied she could hear a sort of whistling twitter, a high-pitched oscillation at the edge of hearing, like weaponized tinnitus. The noise got under her skin, wormed its way inside her nerves, crawled along her limbs and set itself just behind her eyes, where it fluttered and beat against the inside of her head like a moth caught in a lampshade. The noise—and whatever she’d taken—made it difficult for her to think straight. She rubbed frantically at her eyes, which seemed to have dried out, and a starshell burst across her vision. “It’s nearly time,” Mya said, taking a deep hit off her j. “They’re here.” When Maggie looked again, things were moving in the darkness at the edge of the headlights, detaching themselves with a slinking motion from the huge shapes up on top of the hill, flowing through the night, drawing near to the edge of the pale circles cast by the Raders. Then—just when she thought she might be able to see what they were—edging back, staying tantalizingly out of reach. They moved on all fours. There was the suggestion of an angular, branched shape, like a four-branch exhaust manifold. A headlight found the edge of one of them for a second, but they were gone so quickly it was impossible to make anything else out other than the suggestion of wet fur, oil-slick pelt, stealthy stalking in the ebon night. “What the fuck we doing, Mya?” Mya shook her off. She held her right hand out of the car, in the rain, as if leaning to get the ticket from a tollbooth, then let it drop. The headlights of the Raders went off in a volley, and the night bloomed with afterimages that writhed violet and ultramarine and a pure, actinic cobalt that burned into Maggie’s retinas as if she’d been staring intently at the base of a MIG welder. Through or under these distortions moved other, darker shapes, suggested by the gaps between the swirling colors on the edges of the twisting light. The chittering increased, like the noise a tweeter made if you wired it in when spliffed up so that it was grounding to earth via the RCA connector. “The only way this girl’s lover could be free, was if someone could take her place.” Mya smiled at Maggie, and there was sadness in it, a sadness that wrenched Maggie so that she jerked and flopped, a spasming convulsion that took all of her strength from her and left her hanging from the seatbelt, spent and useless as a discarded condom hanging from a fence. She tried to raise her head and it sagged useless and boneless on her neck. The darkness rippled and shifted. Something was pulling itself in to existence, shapes coalescing from darkness, shapes Maggie half-recognized, tantalized as they formed then—just on the cusp of understanding—flowed into something else. Waves of prickling heat chased themselves across her, as if she was coming up again, but she was cold, bone cold, breath shallow like one nearing death, alone and lost in some icy hell. Mya slipped her own seatbelt off and stepped outside, into the hush. She opened Maggie’s door and unclipped the belt, and Maggie fell forward, body gone liquid and useless, all her bones melted into a delicious slow ooze. The kiddie from the CRX with the baseball cap appeared at her side, and together he and Mya hauled Maggie out of the seat, trainers skidding on uneven greasy concrete, half-carried and half-dragged her limp scarecrow body between them, laid her gently on the wet rough cement. A shipwreck puddled on the ground, Maggie’s eyes rolled up to the looming outlines against the clouds, and suddenly—with a burst of icy clarity like a siren cutting through your high, telling you it was time to fuck off out of the rave and head for home—she knew where she was. This, this was the place where the dead go. She could smell it, corruption, the sickly smell of ancient automotive glass gone sugary and fragile, of prehistoric hydraulic grease thickening like wax as it seeped back to the tar whence it came, fishy castor-oil tang of gone-off brake fluid and the tired dead-dinosaur ghost-smell of very old petrol, an undercurrent of spoiling, long-banned industrial pollutants, the waxy whiff of chrome-effect plastic as it expired in the wind. Immense effort, all she had, everything given to a squirm of her neck, cheek scraped by wet concrete, and she could see—how could she see? Vision finally adjusted to darkness or some passing benediction of whatever it was Mya had given her?—a makeshift board up on the slope, where someone had painted the word “FAERIELAND” in thick daubs of blue paint. Behind and above it, the huge misshapen outlines against the sky resolved themselves, trompe l’oeil turning the vast near-organic mass to cars piled atop each other in collapsing columns, sprawling aggregation of vehicular death, charnel-house of discarded bangers, piles of engines rearing against the sky like hearts piled up after some battlefield atrocity, ragged rusting wings hanging off like torn pinions of dying angels, Mcpherson strut-assemblies unbolted but left attached so that they dangled from brake lines like new appendages extruded by some automotive nightmare creature testing which shape would be best to crawl out of its pit and stalk across the land, delivering vengeance to those who’d left it here after years of faithful service, those who deserted it to rot in the polluted air and sink slowly into the mire of mud and the butchered remnants of its comrades. The place where the dead go. Faerieland. The land of the dead. And, out from that huge pile of automotive corpses, out from under the shattered sills and pent-in roofs, flowing out like poison from trailing umbilical fuel lines and ventricles of disassembled engines, from the aortas of shattered fuel injection systems, from underneath chassis twisted like paper and from cracked-open gearboxes, out from the jeweled synchromesh and delicately-splined shafts of sundered transaxles and torn-open wiring harnesses spewing copper filaments like multicolored nerves, they came. The real Raders, the OG crew. They poured into the space before the cars like oil hitting water, as their forms adjusted to the limits of their new environment. They made the stuff of the night sing across human neurons and their wake through what we call the real produced a noise like far-off carillons of many bells and a chittering like angry bats. As they came down the hill the air hummed with their presence, spat and crackled and buzzed like high-voltage lines in wet weather, like a pylon singing to itself in the rain. The scrapyard smell receded and the night filled with the evanescent, sickly-sweet smell of violets—flickering across the nose then gone!—then an overpowering burst of eglantine and woodbine, stopping up the throat like death. The steeds they rose had lashed themselves together out of the rotting pile of scrap: corrugated flanks flaking away in oxide scabs, stamping hooves fashioned from brake discs, hydraulic piping and flex from cable looms bulging like sinews at their shoulders, mismatched headlamps for the eyes, exhaust-smoke breath billowing out in clouds from fanged maws made from the teeth of gearwheels and the lobes of camshafts. Their hounds were vast and black and bayed silently at their sides, the thick ruff of their pelt giving way at the shoulder to gleaming metal that heaved and rippled like flesh along the necks that held their great steel-antlered heads aloft. Impossible, implacable, reveling in their alien exhilaration, driven by compulsions innominate and terrible, they poured out into the night, churning up the bank as they came for Maggie. She sat blinking—unbelieving—as her doom streamed down the hill toward her, heart thudding slow in her chest. The Raders watched, for a time. Then, one by one, they fired up their engines and followed Mya’s XR2, as it swept back out onto the rainy streets. END   "Raders" is copyright Nelson Stanley 2019. "Vampiric Tendencies in the Year 4500" is copyright Renee Christopher, 2019. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library. You can support GlitterShip by checking out our Patreon at patreon.com/keffy, subscribing to our feed, leaving reviews on iTunes, or buying your own copy of the Summer 2018 issue at www.glittership.com/buy. You can also support us by picking up a free audiobook at  www.audibletrial.com/glittership. Thanks for listening, and we’ll be back soon with a reprint of "Désiré" by Megan Arkenberg.

Summer vibes incoming! Track of the month from Rizla and RSTLSSNSS family, exclusive remix from DJ Marky, big comeback from Blame and Atlantic Connection, killer tracks from Vandal Rec. This is June 2018 Podcast, enjoy! Tracklist: 1 Better This Time Rizla RSTLSSNSS 2 Say Now Artifical Intelligence Gatehead 3 Retrofit Atlantic Connection Fokuz 4 Don't Give Up Macca & Loz Contreras Spearhead 5 Ruby Falls Submorphics North quarter 6 Suspended Phase Vandal 7 Where I Stand Kyo & Mikal Symmetry 8 Second Nature Future Cut, Ulterior Motive Guidance 9 Lucid Klax Critical 10 Honey Sugar (DJ Marky Remix) Macca & Loz Contreras 11 Who Decides Kyo & Break Symmetry 12 Close My Eyes (feat. Martyna Baker) Scar Metalheadz 13 In Time Disprove DIVIDID 14 At Last In:Most Soulvent Records LTD 15 Farmost ft. Emer Dineen Mitekiss Hospital 16 Recognise ft Jordan Jnr (Original Mix) Gerra & Stone Vandal 17 Wild Child (DJ Edit) Cyantific Viper 18 Velvet Rooms Social Misfits V Recordings 19 Cant Get Enough Rizla RSTLSSNSS 20 To Fall In Love Delroy BNCexpress 21 Morning Glory Alibi V Recordings 22 Midnight_Blue Soul_Method_Next_Chapter Flight Pattern 23 Every Little Thing Macca & Loz Contreras 24 It doesn't take much Melinki Feat Tali 4CM

1. Blok One: A Box Of Memories 2. Jazzatron: Cheap Chip 3. Vinyl Junkie & Sanxion: Deeper Night (RMS rmx) 4. Calibre: Multi Tasking 5. Kexit: Digital Simphony 6. Kexit: This Way 7. Kexit ft. Sasha Loona: If 8. Kexit: Angels Reborn 9. Kexit: Cyber 10. FlashbackFm & Rizla: Be Alone ft. Rizla 11. Alix Perez: Acropolis 12. QZB: WYGD 13. Sustance: Dark Dreams 14. Revaux: Step Back 15. Enei & Kasra ft. Jakes: Transmitter 16. Logistics: Chant 17. Amoss: Speckle 18. Signal: Misery 19. Monty: Magma 20. L-Side ft. Inja: Night Prowler 21. Andy C & Randall: Cool Down (Total Science rmx) 22. Whiney: Sunday Grunge 23. QZB: Apollo 24. L-Side ft. Stapleton: Bricks 25. Nazca Linez: Meridian Arc 26. Tyler Straub: Dance Test 27. Rene LaVice ft. Gydra: Cold Crush

Shame - One Rizla - from the 2018 album Songs of Praise on Dead Oceans.Support the show: https://www.kexp.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

1. FlashbackFm & Archemy: Do What You Want 2. Western Sea & Liquid Waves ft. Hannah Eve: Love Above All 3. Western Sea & Liquid Waves: Inside You 4. Sonic Art: Space Navigation 5. J-Kon: Mind Of Violet 6. Marcus Intalex: Temperance 7. Nuvertal: Born To Be Happy 8. Nuvertal: Melting Ball Of Joy 9. Nuvertal: Tender Sadness 10. Nuvertal: Parting Time 11. Nultiply: Blue Sun ft. Rizla 12. Serum & Inja: Blow Them Away 13. Signal: Objectify 14. Signal: Periphery 15. Agressor Bunx: Bleak Shadows 16. The Upbeats & Dose: Raiders 17. Distant Future ft. M-Zine & Scepticz: The Grid 18. Teddy Killerz: Tiger 19. Agressor Bunx: The Offering 20. Noisia: Motion Blur (DLR rmx) 21. S.P.Y: Hidden Fire 22. S.P.Y: Take Control 23. S.P.Y & Kasra: Surface VIP 24. Command Strange: Bad Boy 25. Intelligent Manners & Command Strange: Frontline 26. Command Strange: Zero Sugar 27. Command Strange ft. Trac: Black & White 28. Intelligent Manners & Command Strange: The Real Deal 29. Enei: Easter Island 30. Dawn Wall: Mantis 31. Eastcolors: Evidence (Enei rmx) 32. Dawn Wall: Twin Falls 33. Antoha MC: Ritm Serdtza (BOP rmx) 34. Theoretical: Inside Mind

_KNZ058_ Deep House has Saxtion who presents us with his second series of solid hard and deep house for your listening pleasure. The artist depicts what very few artists can by fusing RAW baselines with psychedelic sounds, a truly timeless release. Stream the FULL TRACK FOR FREE : http://www.kanzenrecords.co.za/knz058 Other Links : https://fanlink.to/WTR_part-2 Primary Artist : Saxtion Release/catalogue number: KNZ058 Release Date : 29/07/2016 Format : Digital Album Territory : Worldwide Released by : Kanzen Records 2016 Kanzen Records ©

Deep House has Saxtion who presents us with his second series of solid hard and deep house for your listening pleasure. The artist depicts what very few artists can by fusing RAW baselines with psychedelic sounds, a truly timeless release. @iTunes - http://bit.ly/iTunes_WTR_2 @traxsource - http://bit.ly/traxsource_WTR_2 @Beatport - http://bit.ly/beatport_WTR_2 @JunoDownload - http://bit.ly/juno_WTR_2 @deezer - http://bit.ly/deezer_WTR_2 @amazon - http://bit.ly/amazon_WTR_2 @GoogleMusic - http://bit.ly/google_WTR_2 Primary Artist : Saxtion Release/catalogue number: KNZ067 Release Date : 29 – 07 – 2016 Format : Digital Album Territory : Worldwide Released by : Kanzen Records 2016 Kanzen Records © Kanzen Records Social Links : User link - http://on.fb.me/PzioLN Fan page - http://on.fb.me/rqUxXv Twitter - http://twitter.com/kanzenrecords website - http://www.kanzenrecords.com for more info contact us on kanzenrecords@gmail.com +27746746382

Miles and Kit are back with more nerdy nonsense despite knowledge not really being their thing. This show includes listeners' first time cinema trips, Miles being utterly useless at the Rizla game, Kit falling in love with Ryan Gosling (probably), and Comic Heroes' Will Salmon giving us a spoileriffic yet utterly terrific verdict on Captain America: Civil War! Also, Game of Thrones, Arrow, Alien, and a Police Academy joke that no one under 35 will get. 

1. DJ Marky: Frenesi 2. Eugenics Eight: You've Got 3. Elastic Bond: In Your Eyes (Oddsoul rmx) 4. Amaning: Take Me 5. Euphorics & Satl ft. Lost Poet: Soul Food ft. Rizla 6. Dimension: Pathogen 7. Ivy Lab: Forex 8. Nymfo: On A Chase 9. Foreign Concept: Jaipur (Villem rmx) 10. Sabre ft. Stray & Halogenix: St. Clair 11. Ulterior Motive: Longshot 12. Halogenix: Shank 13. Friction vs. Ulterior Motive: Curfew 14. Mefjus: Blame You (Ivy Lab rmx) 15. Gerra & Stone: Almost U 16. Ivy Lab: Twenty Questions 17. Halogenix: Porcupine 18. Busta Rhymes & Mariah Carey: If You Give It To Me (Halogenix's 20-20 bootleg) 19. Mako: The Space In Between 20. Break: Give It Up

Where my Liquid Funk D&B people at? Yes, back with another mix for the peeps. Best one yet, with a bunch of awesome tracks and a sublime vibe throughout the mix. Enjoy! Tracklist: 01. Blok One - [Liquid Drops] Daughter Tune (Original Mix) 02. Paul SG & Andy Sim - [Think Deep Recordings] Revealed 03. Phat Playaz - [Diskool Records] Roads (Original Mix) 04. Lameduza, Gerwin - [Dust Audio] Life Cycle feat. LaMeduza (Break Remix) 05. Phase 2 - [Fokuz Recordings] Progress (Original Mix) 06. Phat Playaz - [Fokuz Recordings] Forty Two (Original Mix) 07. Sub Focus, MNEK - [RAM Records] Close feat. MNEK (Ivy Lab Remix) 08. Silence Groove, Humanature - [Soul Deep Exclusives] Just A Thought (Original Mix) 09. Paul SG - [Liquid V] Stay Classy feat. T.R.A.C (Original Mix) 10. Soultec - [Think Deep Recordings] On My Mind (Original Mix) 11. Rizla, Londy - [Soul Deep Recordings] Get Jazzy (Original Mix) 12. Satl, J Logic - [Shaolin Audio] Disco Fever (Original Mix) 13. Pulsaar, Rowpieces - [Fokuz Recordings] Word Up (Original Mix) 14. Lenzman - [Metalheadz] Always (Original Mix) 15. Rowpieces - [Jazzsticks Recordings] Scat Bop (Original Mix) 16. Paul SG - [Soul Deep Exclusive] Shantrila (Original Mix) 17. Spective - [Soul Deep Recordings] Lazy Days! (Original Mix) 18. DJ Marky, Makoto - [Innerground Records] Love Again (Original Mix) 19. MSDOS - [Liquid Drops] Streets Of Harlem (Original Mix) 20. Londy - [Soul Deep Recordings] Soul Power (Original Mix) 21. Loz Contreras - [Liquicity Records] Baby It's You (Original Mix) 22. Kabuki, Makoto - [Liquid V] Look of Love feat. Deeizm (Original Mix) 23. Marvel Cinema - [Soul Deep Recordings] Out of Sight (Original Mix) 24. Bcee - [Fokuz Recordings] Breath In (Original Mix) 25. Peven Everett, Alix Perez, SpectraSoul - [Shogun Audio] Forsaken (Calibre Remix) 26. Carter - [Shaolin Audio] Try To Believe (Original Mix)

INNERSOUL LIVE MIX 1. M.I.S.T and High Contrast - 3AM »Cloud 9 - Do You Want Me Baby (Total Science Remix) 2. Simplification & Translate - Tonight 3. Logistics - Seasons (feat. Lifford) 4. Tyke & Prestige feat Cat Knight - Keep Shining 5. Nu Tone - Lightning 6. M.I.S.T - Lover 7. Contract Killers -The Life Moments (Soundwall VIP) »Pharrell Williams - Happy (Makoto 170 Edit) 9. Calibre - Honey Dew 10. Black Sun - Spread Love (NuTone Remix) 11. Utah Jazz - It's A Big Up Thing 12. Hybrid Minds - Starlet (feat. Mimi Page) 13. Logistics - No Hurry Time 14. Dramatic - Getting Stronger 2014 VIP 15. Chromatic - NLP 16. UN-CUT - Midnight (M.I.S.T VIP Remix) 17. Amaning - The Getaway 18. Zinc - Show Me (Calibre Remix) 19. Nu Tone - Say That You'll 20. Subsid - So Hold On 21. Marky & S.P.Y - Yellow Shoes 22. Subwave & Enei - Bring Me Down 23. Critycal Dub & Dj Chap - Sunshine 24. Ceph - Isolated 25. A-Sides - This Is Your Time (feat. Vanessa Freeman) 26. Chromatic - Senorita (feat Michael Lynch) 27. Rizla & Krot ft LaMeduza - My Only One 28. Command Strange - Rock Steady 29. Sub Focus - Close (Ivy Lab Remix) 30. Logistics - Together 31. Marky & Spy - Last Night 32. Random Movement - Your Dancing 33. Foreign Concept - Make It Through 34. Intelligent Manners - Sweet Promise

Tracklisting: Phase & LaMeduza - our love Jubei ft DBridge - these things VIP Ted Ganung - everyday I wonder Random Movement RMX Londy - soul power Need 4 Mirrors - boys The Invaderz jazz club Triatik - lost again Break - strictly entertainment Paul SG - completely mine Anthony Granata & Ted Ganung - alchemical state Random Movement RMX Seba & Paradox - delusions Londy & Rizla - get jazzy Spirit - babylon call Dan Guidance- Sacred Experiences Anile- Losing my mind Colossus- Abbies Song Dirtbag- Future love Joakim- Soul Amp Icarus/Rain- Lonely Planet Londy- Baby Paul SG- Never knew it was you Anile- Time like mine Physics- When shes gone Will Miles- Moon rising Hydro/Mako/DLR/Villem- The formula (Break remix) Fred V/Grafix- Hydra (Chords remix) Join Sinnamix & Tobestar every Friday from 22:00 CET, (21:00 GMT, 4pm East Coast US, 1pm Noon West Coast US... ) for Selekta! Dance Different Radio (webstream via www.egofm.de just hit the green play button to stream the channel.) Or catch it on FM dial Southern Germany... Munich: 100.8, Augsburg 94.8, Nürnberg 103.6, Würzburg 95.8, Regensburg 107.5... www.facebook.com/SelektaDanceDifferent

_KNZ040_ Deep House now has Saxtion who presents us with his very first release, expect tons of solid hard and deep house for your listening pleasure. The artist depicts what very few artists can by fusing RAW baselines with psychedelic sounds, a truly timeless release. Stream the FULL TRACK FOR FREE : http://www.kanzenrecords.co.za/knz040 Other Links : https://fanlink.to/WTR_part-1 Primary Artist : Saxtion Release Date : 24/10/2014 Format: Digital EP Label Catalog Number: KNZ040 Territory: Worldwide 2014 Kanzen Records ©

Пиратская Станция встречала босса лейбла Blu Saphire  Jay Rome из Австрии с очаровательной подборкой soulful и liquidfunk стафа, включающего самые свежие тенденции лейбла!Я, однако, вернул шоу в традиционное русло и представил новый и озорной селекшн этих дней! Вечеринка продолжается:)  JAY ROME guestmix: 1.Rizla & Krot_-_My_Only_One (Digital Blus Dub) 2.Carter - Leave To Get (Andrezz Remix) (Digital Blus Dub) 3.Rowpieces - Eternal Peace (DIGIBLUS027 - PROMO) 4.Looking For You - Dj Chap (Digital Blus Dub) 5.Lenzman & Switch - Ice Cold Soul (Lenzman VIP) (CIA) 6.Break - They're Wrong (Calibre Remix) (Symmetry) 7.Sigma - All Because Of You 8.Jodi & Macca & Hosta - Nothing to Prove - (Dub) 9.Macca & Hosta - New Beginnings - (Dub) 10.Derrick & Tonika - Genius (KOS.MOS) 11.Roy Green & Protone - Dachs (Blu Saphire LTD dub) 12.Implex - Whiskey Bar GVOZD vibes: 1.Wilkinson - Every Time (Ram) 2.Blokhe4d - Great Cities (Formation) 3.Aeph - Back To The Jungle (Lifted) 4.Dementia,Rregula and Disphonia - Doom Loop (Mefjus remix) 5.Fade - Punch (Faded) 6.Frankee - Gully (Ram) 7.Fred V & Grafix - Recognise (Emperor Remix) (Hospital) 8.Joe Ford - The Moment (feat. Tasha Baxter)(Shogun Audio) 9.Sniper FX - Stop The Inevitable (Black System dub) 10.Bohemian - Moonstruck (Dutty Audio) 11.Fox Stevenson - Lightspeed (Cloudhead) 12.Ozma - Dancefloors (dub) 13.Example - Kids Again (Dimension Remix). 14.KG - Woodblock Riddim (Viper) 15.Nazgul - Wop-Wop (dub) 16. Direct Shift - Submarine(You So Fat) 17.M.D. - Ellipsis (Respect dub) 18.Scar - Burnside (Dispatch) 19.Tobax - Fire (dub) 20.Amc and DBR UK - Break (Proximity) 21.Command Strange and Dynamic - Future Perfect (Celsius) 22.Flowrian - Nemesys (Influenza media) 23. High Performance - Sun Goes Down (dub) 24.Nitri feat. Grimm - Going To The Sun (Horizons) 25.Alliance - Shame(I Wannabe Remix) (EDM)

Пиратская Станция встречала босса лейбла Blu Saphire  Jay Rome из Австрии с очаровательной подборкой soulful и liquidfunk стафа, включающего самые свежие тенденции лейбла!Я, однако, вернул шоу в традиционное русло и представил новый и озорной селекшн этих дней! Вечеринка продолжается:)  JAY ROME guestmix: 1.Rizla & Krot_-_My_Only_One (Digital Blus Dub) 2.Carter - Leave To Get (Andrezz Remix) (Digital Blus Dub) 3.Rowpieces - Eternal Peace (DIGIBLUS027 - PROMO) 4.Looking For You - Dj Chap (Digital Blus Dub) 5.Lenzman & Switch - Ice Cold Soul (Lenzman VIP) (CIA) 6.Break - They're Wrong (Calibre Remix) (Symmetry) 7.Sigma - All Because Of You 8.Jodi & Macca & Hosta - Nothing to Prove - (Dub) 9.Macca & Hosta - New Beginnings - (Dub) 10.Derrick & Tonika - Genius (KOS.MOS) 11.Roy Green & Protone - Dachs (Blu Saphire LTD dub) 12.Implex - Whiskey Bar GVOZD vibes: 1.Wilkinson - Every Time (Ram) 2.Blokhe4d - Great Cities (Formation) 3.Aeph - Back To The Jungle (Lifted) 4.Dementia,Rregula and Disphonia - Doom Loop (Mefjus remix) 5.Fade - Punch (Faded) 6.Frankee - Gully (Ram) 7.Fred V & Grafix - Recognise (Emperor Remix) (Hospital) 8.Joe Ford - The Moment (feat. Tasha Baxter)(Shogun Audio) 9.Sniper FX - Stop The Inevitable (Black System dub) 10.Bohemian - Moonstruck (Dutty Audio) 11.Fox Stevenson - Lightspeed (Cloudhead) 12.Ozma - Dancefloors (dub) 13.Example - Kids Again (Dimension Remix). 14.KG - Woodblock Riddim (Viper) 15.Nazgul - Wop-Wop (dub) 16. Direct Shift - Submarine(You So Fat) 17.M.D. - Ellipsis (Respect dub) 18.Scar - Burnside (Dispatch) 19.Tobax - Fire (dub) 20.Amc and DBR UK - Break (Proximity) 21.Command Strange and Dynamic - Future Perfect (Celsius) 22.Flowrian - Nemesys (Influenza media) 23. High Performance - Sun Goes Down (dub) 24.Nitri feat. Grimm - Going To The Sun (Horizons) 25.Alliance - Shame(I Wannabe Remix) (EDM)

Свежий 640ой захват Пиратской Станцией частоты вещания радио Рекорд! На этот раз зажигали в таких настроениях как mainstream, neurofunk, jungle/dubwise, soulful and newleft of drum'n'bass... Как всегда было много свежих релизов и эксклюзивных дабок!Грейтесь и грейте этим огнем окружающих!)  GVOZD vibez: 1.Dire Straits vs Danny Byrd - Money For Nothing (free bootleg) 2.Ozma & Mellon - Sharp (Formation dub) 3.Shapeshifter - Giving Up The Ghost (Trei remix) (Truetone dub) 4.Director Loki - East Spirit (Respect dub) 5.Dub FX - The Sky (Convoy Unltd) 6.Non Grata - Stranger (Negative Sound dub) 7.Need For Mirrors and HLZ - Rocks (V) 8.Scammer & Roller - Inside Of Us (Sindrome Audio) 9.Maztek - Crank It Up (Renegade Hardware) 10.Optiv & BTK - Journey From The Light (Red Lights) 11.Two Mind - Gravity (Section 8 dub) 12.M.D. - Intercept (dub) 13.D iolax & Thesys - Lost Control (You So Fat) 14.Soutee - End Of Time (dub) 15.Drift Man - Hearth (dub) 16.Hudik - Infinity (dub) 17.Gancher & Ruin - Monsters (Yellow Stripe) 18.Red Fox & Cocotaxi - Hot Like Fiya (MIR Crew dubwise remix)(dub) 19.Run Tingz Cru - Took My Breath (Jungle Cakes) 20.Invisible Landscape - Bring Ya Booty (Dubwise Brilliants dub) 21.Chopstick Dubplate Feat. Hi Kee - Cant Move Rasta (Chopstick Dubplate) 22.Chopstick Dubplate Feat. Antonio West and Stikki - Say Goodbye (Chopstick Dubplate) 23.Ed Solo & Deekline - Bad Boy Your Love (Jungle Cakes) 24.Ed Solo & Deekline - Raggamuffin (Jungle Cakes) 25.Serial Killaz - Lovely Woman (Serial Killaz) 26.Olski - Marin County (Dark Maneuvres) 27.Hybrid Minds feat. Ad-Apt & Mike Romeo - Prophecy (Spearhead) 28.Hybrid Minds feat. Rocky Nti - Trauma (Spearhead) 29.Rizla & Western Sea - She's Cute (Influenza Media) 30.Random Movement & Jaybeee-Say (Intrigue Music) 31.Duoscience and Dave Shichman - Rain Deer and Antelope (Think Deep) 32.Apse & Thiago Pery - Brazilian Guetto (Soul Deep) 33.Pennygiles - Stories Untold 34.Msdos -The Longest Day (Liquid Drops) 35.Mailky - Secret of My (Warrior Sound) 36.Para-Dise - Mystical Dreams (dub) 37.Paiton - Arkhangelsk (dub) 38.Lowriderz - 2000 Miles (dub) 39.Martiner - Spectral Clouds (Deafmuted) 40.Trex - Caffeine (Flexout Audio) 41.Homemade Weapons - Coalesce (Samurai ) 42.Fanu - Too Blessed to Be Stressed (Lightless) 43.Subtil - Tribe (Tribe 12)

Свежий 640ой захват Пиратской Станцией частоты вещания радио Рекорд! На этот раз зажигали в таких настроениях как mainstream, neurofunk, jungle/dubwise, soulful and newleft of drum'n'bass... Как всегда было много свежих релизов и эксклюзивных дабок!Грейтесь и грейте этим огнем окружающих!)  GVOZD vibez: 1.Dire Straits vs Danny Byrd - Money For Nothing (free bootleg) 2.Ozma & Mellon - Sharp (Formation dub) 3.Shapeshifter - Giving Up The Ghost (Trei remix) (Truetone dub) 4.Director Loki - East Spirit (Respect dub) 5.Dub FX - The Sky (Convoy Unltd) 6.Non Grata - Stranger (Negative Sound dub) 7.Need For Mirrors and HLZ - Rocks (V) 8.Scammer & Roller - Inside Of Us (Sindrome Audio) 9.Maztek - Crank It Up (Renegade Hardware) 10.Optiv & BTK - Journey From The Light (Red Lights) 11.Two Mind - Gravity (Section 8 dub) 12.M.D. - Intercept (dub) 13.D iolax & Thesys - Lost Control (You So Fat) 14.Soutee - End Of Time (dub) 15.Drift Man - Hearth (dub) 16.Hudik - Infinity (dub) 17.Gancher & Ruin - Monsters (Yellow Stripe) 18.Red Fox & Cocotaxi - Hot Like Fiya (MIR Crew dubwise remix)(dub) 19.Run Tingz Cru - Took My Breath (Jungle Cakes) 20.Invisible Landscape - Bring Ya Booty (Dubwise Brilliants dub) 21.Chopstick Dubplate Feat. Hi Kee - Cant Move Rasta (Chopstick Dubplate) 22.Chopstick Dubplate Feat. Antonio West and Stikki - Say Goodbye (Chopstick Dubplate) 23.Ed Solo & Deekline - Bad Boy Your Love (Jungle Cakes) 24.Ed Solo & Deekline - Raggamuffin (Jungle Cakes) 25.Serial Killaz - Lovely Woman (Serial Killaz) 26.Olski - Marin County (Dark Maneuvres) 27.Hybrid Minds feat. Ad-Apt & Mike Romeo - Prophecy (Spearhead) 28.Hybrid Minds feat. Rocky Nti - Trauma (Spearhead) 29.Rizla & Western Sea - She's Cute (Influenza Media) 30.Random Movement & Jaybeee-Say (Intrigue Music) 31.Duoscience and Dave Shichman - Rain Deer and Antelope (Think Deep) 32.Apse & Thiago Pery - Brazilian Guetto (Soul Deep) 33.Pennygiles - Stories Untold 34.Msdos -The Longest Day (Liquid Drops) 35.Mailky - Secret of My (Warrior Sound) 36.Para-Dise - Mystical Dreams (dub) 37.Paiton - Arkhangelsk (dub) 38.Lowriderz - 2000 Miles (dub) 39.Martiner - Spectral Clouds (Deafmuted) 40.Trex - Caffeine (Flexout Audio) 41.Homemade Weapons - Coalesce (Samurai ) 42.Fanu - Too Blessed to Be Stressed (Lightless) 43.Subtil - Tribe (Tribe 12)

Dnoax - Quanta Joi - Deep Asian Vibes Jeff Mills - The Bells (Blue potential mix) The Prodigy - Outerspace Lahore Hoes - Leaking Pussy MIA - Paper Planes ?? - Dekha Hai Pelhi Baar rmx Tigerstyle - Taakre Navdeep rmx

Jeff and Andrew give some election updates, talk about writers, the box office, BAFTA, switching to digital, music awards, Paris Hilton, global warming, presidential hair samples, art theft, and Rizla's new warning labels.

"...It happens to be a man like Rizla at the 1s and 2s..." 25 old skool 1991-1992 classics in 80 minutes. An essential mix for the ageing raver :) You know the score!

The castaway in Desert Island Discs this week is the actress Zoe Wanamaker. She'll be talking to Sue Lawley about the roles she has taken on in theatre and television - in Love Hurts, Prime Suspect and, more recently, in the West End hit Dead Funny. She'll also be describing how she has tried to cope with the death of her father - the distinguished actor Sam Wanamaker - at the end of last year.[Taken from the original programme material for this archive edition of Desert Island Discs] Favourite track: Requiem Offertorio by Giuseppe Verdi Book: Greek Myths by Robert Graves Luxury: Samson tobacco and liquorice Rizla papers

The castaway in Desert Island Discs this week is the actress Zoe Wanamaker. She'll be talking to Sue Lawley about the roles she has taken on in theatre and television - in Love Hurts, Prime Suspect and, more recently, in the West End hit Dead Funny. She'll also be describing how she has tried to cope with the death of her father - the distinguished actor Sam Wanamaker - at the end of last year. [Taken from the original programme material for this archive edition of Desert Island Discs] Favourite track: Requiem Offertorio by Giuseppe Verdi Book: Greek Myths by Robert Graves Luxury: Samson tobacco and liquorice Rizla papers