Punk band The Ramones once sang ‘Let’s go! Rock and roll radio.’ Ironically, one thing that isn’t rock and roll in the slightest is British local radio. (Unless you find ‘Guess the birdsong’ competitions to be the height of cool.) Yet somehow local radio is a thousand times more amazing than a roomful of malnourished hipsters in leather jackets, and here’s why…
Local radio stations always use a booming American voiceover guy to announce themselves. So every two and a half minutes you hear the sort of voice that would make James Earl Jones weep into his Darth Vader helmet saying: ‘SUDBURY FM…98.1 - serving Bury St Edmunds and some parts of Greater Trumpington.’
Real life local DJs make Alan Partridge look like a real catch. From ‘kerrazy’ middle-aged buffoons who do gonzo breakfast shows involving hilarious phone pranks, to middle-aged afternoon buffoons who are in the middle of a painful divorce.
It’s like the last 30 years never happened. Forget the stresses of the modern world and wallow in a nostalgic time when ELO were kings and the Doobie Brothers were cutting edge. It’s like being inside a photo of someone’s Dad from 1978, watching him as he fixes a motorbike on the lawn while wearing a pair of flares and a sweaty polyester shirt.
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