not impressed by his thunderballs
i plunder malls, he goes under + crawls
i’m walking on the walls
wonder if he’ll survive this install 
i don’t offer an emergency call 

in here, it's always either suspect or victim 
she tolerated the game until she kicked him 
got a hold of his crown jewels + she gripped ‘em
picked up the documents + she ripped ‘em 

there’s no sex allowed in my combat zones 
so quietly, we devour the tomcat’s bones
like a bunch of prom brat clones
like he recites a holy psalm that moans 

stands guard at the gate, stays hard while he gapes
while she whispers “not all heroes wear capes” 
do the curtains match the drapes?
will he ever recover from this sex tape?

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i transmit disease: venereal vector
just helping out: i’m a natural selector 
avid collector of men’s precious nectar
a public servant in the private sector 
 
he loves to be called a good boy,
with his mouth open wide like a dying koi
lay coyness to rest on this ground i’ve blessed
waste no time getting sacrifices undressed

won’t recognize him after this procedure
they say i’m anti-vaccine but pro-seizure 
i crush bones with boots + kill clones in suits 
on my suburban commute, i’m prone to shoot 

been hunting for years to find a real man
his corpse covered by my college meal plan 
i invoke the colonizers + steal land 
not satisfied til i pluck + peel strands 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i’m like if the blair witch drank some jet fuel 
reveling in the threat of duels with drool
my intentions can never be too cruel 
i throw him into the deep end of the pool

so nasty: he’s a bottom feeder like a carp 
i’m very sharp + i’ll play him like a harp 
come around like stomach flus, i'm sick too 
in church: bible paper airplanes + lick pews 

can’t believe he’s considered an adult
find it difficult? then join a different cult 
result’s him in a circus catapult 
injury’s so much more than an insult 

with steady hand, i prepare the poison 
say i’m celibate but i still let the boys in
i drip droplets like i’m meningitis
it's a calling: i bathe men in my piss 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait

Thunderballs (prod. Aaron Lepley)

the golden man with the midas touch
is now the olden man who cries too much 
need both a cane + a crutch, such + such
at night, you crawl back into your brass cage hutch 

i have all the answers like i’m alex trebek
you present the gold ring + then i wring your neck 
i send you off to my personal gulag 
you’ll be burning forever like the yule log 

you yield because i wield a rusty box cutter
churn my collection into a crusty rock butter
i turn back time, so now the clocks shudder 
i control the world, so now the stocks stutter 

prove you’re useless again like an appendix
so crafty: capsize cocks + upend dicks 
i’m attila the hun, i’m a killer of sons
sold out in theaters, it’s a thriller with guns 

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

drench the flora + fauna, flotsam + jetsam
look like you want some: so come + get some 
once i start, i can’t be stopped: i'm a duracell
was sentenced to life but i blurred that hell
 
produce sick like produce with e. coli
you’re locked in the freezer: why so cold, guy?
i need you to stay calm for the procedure
no chance you won’t limp away a true believer  
 
unlucky you're my next-door neighbor 
i suck on hard candy while you do hard labor
won't deny that i'm morally bankrupt 
when you're done, your underwear gets yanked up 

beware that heart of gold
teach you the art of mold while you wear this blindfold
tried to auction you off, couldn’t get it sold 
in a chokehold, you won’t ever get paroled

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

he beckons you to enter his web of sin
i’m not dumb, got a ream of his wrinkled skin
replace my body with this glass mannequin
so many brains, it’s like i got a conjoined twin 

gotta pay out of pocket, each eye out of socket
got your corneas here right in this golden locket 
rock the wild frontier like davy crockett
i use a pipette to bottle all this cock spit 

some lives have to end, some knives have to bend
tend to my garden with a vital organ blend 
return to my cave, i’m about to descend 
you can pretend but you’ll never be my boyfriend

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers in
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

so many commas on my hit list
so many gods be my witness
if these soul-sucking spirits don’t get the fuck out of my business

Goldfingered (prod. Aaron Lepley)

NINZE & OKAXY -Air (Touching The Heart Chakra)

Spongers latest is Red...no Blue, because the only colour's Red...i mean Blue !
Larry plays Guitar, Bass and sings.
Toby plays Drums

Recorded at Mix Wright Rooms, South London '24

Only Colour's Blue

SOS ... - - - ...
New from Spongers and it’s their Same Old Song !
Recorded at Mix Wright Rooms in June by Larry and Frank.

The lyrics are overheard and noted by Larry from various sources, including O Baby, Mrs Spongers, the Lilster, the Rubester, Frank, Cap'n Jones, David Hockney and Tish Murtha

Lyric credits
Very sincere but no resolution. Cap'n Jones 
Dead initiative. Mrs Spongers
Indecent haste. Mrs Spongers
Coercive behavioural trait. Mrs Spongers
It can take forever cause I'm going nowhere. The Rubester
A vessel for sauce/source. The Lilster
Play familiar. Frank
The most interesting space is where I end and you begin. David Hockney
We've moved along from our biological imperatives. Frank
You can't teach someone how to have passion.Tish Murtha 
Is today tomorrow or was it yesterday? O Baby x

Same Old Song

Keep 'em peeled ! 
Eyes-a-poppin' 
It's the latest from Spongers, once again incorporating the father/son duo of Larry and Frank.
Larry plays guitars, bass and sings. 
Frank plays drums and talks.
All recorded at Mix Wright Rooms.
A special mention to the fab documentary 'Cuba and the Cameraman' from which Havana, mañana and cabana surely emanate xx

Eyes-a-Poppin'

My guest mixer this week is Paul Hanley
The second ex-Fall member to appear on this show (but definitely not the last!), he played drums alongside Karl Burns during what many would argue is the classic period of the group.
He is also a successful author, having published Leave The Capital: A History of Manchester Music, Have A Bleedin Guess: The Story of Hex Enduction Hour (which in my view is one of  the best ever books written about a single album) and Sixteen Again: How Pete Shelley & Buzzcocks Changed Manchester Music (and me).

Steve's Mix Tapes #020 (Paul Hanley)

Spongers get political with the help of Kevin ayers, a wind machine and the ladies of a Manchester Anti-Facist demonstration !
Spongers are
Frank on Drums
Larry on Guitar and Bass

Recorded in September '25 during  fraught political upheavels at Mix Wright Rooms, South London xx
And remember...
1. We are the people
2. We won't be silent
3. Stop the facists NOW NOW NOW NOW !

Triage

Thanx to Jordan Parker (JJP) https://soundcloud.com/jjparker96 
for track sequencing and mastering/vision.

00:00 - Could There Ever Be A Better Life In Wisconsin?
03:22 - A Love Detached
06:26 - My Chupacabra Baby
09:39 - This Planet of Boredom
13:34 - You Got It All Wrong Baby
16:02 - Time In Your Mind
18:56 - Black heart White Guelph
23:55 - Lacking Sense of Ought
27:55 - a low
33:49 - The Lacrimation of Barry Onyx
35:04 - The Sun The Girl Her Knife And A Tootsie Roll
37:14 - Geology Holds Me
40:47 -  The Lamentation of Cluffk Reugisnorrg 1963
42:49 - Giallo A Go Go
45:41 - Entropy The Bastard
48:05 - Lucid Light
50:40 - Phaetons Chariot
54:15 - The Whip Hand
56:07 - Le Bon Dieu
59:11 - Space Jesus
01:01:28 - I Am Barry Onyx

Entropy (Album)

New Comedown

Drownscapes

Wamcood

He made albums in 1970/71 but nothing since

“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.”