Hot New Band Discussed In Guardian Music Podcast

Wow, Toasted Heretic are discussed on the new Guardian Music Weekly podcast (about 32 minutes in)

Note for younger readers: Toasted Heretic was the band in which I invested the golden coin of my youth. Back in the 1980s, we looked a bit like this:

And we sounded a bit like this. Think lo-fi. Now think even lower-fi. No, lower... (There's a "play" button for each song, down the left side of this page.)

In 2005, after rather a long break, we looked a bit like this:

We are currently all growing long white beards, in preparation for the next performance in our grueling schedule, pencilled in for late spring of the year 2039.

Comments

[Allan Cavanagh]

Ha! Brilliant! You haven't changed much but I'd hardly recognise Aengus.

[Kev]

I once knew a kid who got bleeped off the Den, for trying to tell a joke whose punchline was "she wanted to see Dick Spring". He'd be 23 now. Time is a bastard.

[Julian Gough]

Oh God, I think I remember that joke...

On a completely different note, my dad helped cut Dick Spring from the wreckage of his ministerial Mercedes, when it crashed outside Nenagh, back when Dick Spring was Tánaiste. (My father was Second County Fire Officer for Tipperary North Riding, as it then was. That meant he was in charge of operations for the region, so he went to all the big crashes, fires and floods in North Tipp.) They broke the (presumably tungsten or carbon steel) jaws of the pneumatic cutters, cutting off the roof pillars to get him and his driver out. I have had great respect for the build quality of Mercedes ever since.

[Kev]

This one time in the middle of the dot-com bubble, I was visiting this company that aspired to be a Flash Geocities in their swanky offices in Soho Square (two years later it was reduced to the two founders in their mother's spare room). I was far from my corner of a Georgian gatehouse on Parnell Square, I'll tell ya. Anyway it was a Friday, so they were all getting hammered, and boasting to me about the celebrities they rubbed shoulders with on a daily basis in the area. In my innocence, I said "that's great, the only celebrity I ever see around my work is Gerry Adams!"

You could have heard a pin drop. I didn't have much to do with them after that.