A punk podcast, not a podcast about punk, just a really crummy podcast. Every Monday and Wednesday I'll be chatting with the people who interest me, telling stories and having fun. Kiss, Kiss is the podcast of that awful blog, kisscomma.com.
Don't listen to it.
Superior in every way, episode three is everything we hope the Godfather iii might've been, but never was. We've got dirtbag philosopher in residence, Dicey Bonnet pontificating, yet another word that sounds like a swear word, but isn't: bum bailiff, whatever that means. Also this episode we have Joey reading the poetry of Vanilla ice.
In the second episode of the world's crummiest podcast, not endorsed by Anusol, I'm trying some new things: we've got Words that sound like swear words, but aren't swear words, we've got an interview with my mate, Rhys and, the pièce de résistance, Robots reading erotic poetry.
In the pilot episode of the Kiss, Kiss podcast I interview Edinburgh band, Never Now ahead of their online show on February 25th.