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Oh, hey, remember when we said we would watch the 1987 Jon Mikl Thor sorta-vehicle Zombie Nightmare and discuss it in time for Halloween? Well, here it is, just in time for…Thanksgiving. Yeah, we kinda screwed the pooch on that one, but bear with us, because we also have a lot to share about Zach’s 15 minutes of infamy with Team Breezy, the bizarre public meltdown of actor/model/singer/relationship guru/visual artiste Tyrese Gibson, and the forthcoming debut of Dystopian Dance Party in physical form! Also, we talk about our embarrassing physical and mental health ailments.

If that sounds appealing to you–and why on Earth wouldn’t it?!–remember that you can subscribe to Dystopian Dance Party on iTunesStitcher, or Google Play. If you really like us, you can leave us a review and we will read it on the air like we’re NPR or some shit. We’ll back soon; in the meantime, please feel free to follow us on TwitterFacebookTumblr, and Instagram. Show notes here.

If you forgot that we’ve been attempting a recorded playthrough of the SNES classic EarthBound, then you’re forgiven: clearly, since it’s been ten months since the last post, sometimes we forget, too. But when we left off, we had just arrived in the zombie-infested town of Threed, which gives us an irresistible tie-in to the Halloween season. Also, we recorded this six months ago and we’re still talking shit about KISS, so if nothing else, here’s proof that we’re consistent in our stupidity.

Since it’s been so long, here’s the playlist with our previous episodes:

And, just for the record, we’re gonna try really hard not to let ten months go between episodes again: we have another one in the can already, and will do our best to record a few more when we’re in the same place for the holidays. In the meantime, look out for more Dystopian Halloween Party content in the coming week!

Look, people, when we said we were going to talk about whatever we want on the podcast from here on out, we meant what the fuck we said. So this episode, along with the usual discussion about art, old music, and video games, we also swap stories about our past and present butt problems. If you can make it through that, though, we go on to discuss the growing trend of famous sexual predators being aired out, the Halloween-friendly films of Nicolas Cage, and…oh, shit, we also go into way too much detail about that old urban legend with Rod Stewart sucking off a bunch of sailors. Look, this is obviously a ploy for attention, so just give us what we want and listen, okay?

You can subscribe to Dystopian Dance Party at any of the major streaming services: iTunesStitcher, or Google Play. If you like what we do–or hate us and want to inflict us on other people you hate–please leave a review to increase our visibility. You can also listen to podcast episodes on YouTube and Mixcloud. Show notes are available here.

The Dystopian Dance Party podcast is back, and we’re out for blood. This episode, we catch up on what’s been going on during our two-month hiatus and talk about Gene Simmons (naturally), the 20th anniversary of Final Fantasy VII, and the 70th anniversary of Marc Bolan. Please look out for more in the next couple of months–we have a lot of exciting stuff planned for the future!

You can subscribe to Dystopian Dance Party at any of the major streaming services: iTunes, Stitcher, or Google Play. If you like what we do–or hate us and want to inflict us on other people you hate–please leave a review to increase our visibility. You can also listen to podcast episodes on YouTube and Mixcloud. Show notes are available here.

Dystopian Book Club Podcast, Jheri Curl June Edition: The Memoirs of Rick James

Dystopian Book Club Podcast, Jheri Curl June Edition: The Memoirs of Rick James

It didn’t take a stroke of genius to come up with the idea for this year’s Jheri Curl June podcast. Rick James may be the most important architect of the genre we call Jheri Curl Music who we hadn’t already commemorated with a long-term feature. He also has a hell of a story: one he told in not one, but two posthumous memoirs–2007’s Confessions of Rick James: Memoirs of a Superfreak and 2014’s Glow–which makes him a perfect candidate for the Dystopian Book Club. A “habitual line-stepper” in both life and art, James was vital in bridging the gap between 1970s P-Funk and 1980s Jheri Curl; his later decline into drug addiction and imprisonment was unfortunate, but could only somewhat dampen his boundless talent and charisma. So join us on this most sacred of occasions as we celebrate Mr. Cold Blooded himself: a man whose artistic potential was the only thing bigger than his larger-than-life personality and appetites. Gimme some ganja!

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