An introduction into the world of modern romance. This week we delve into contemporary love and passion music, bringing you remixes, new releases and underrated sensual gems of the last few years. Grab yourself a cigarette and coffee and get ready to start the week.
THIS WEEK'S EPISODE IS "WUMMIN," AND WE'VE GOT MORE BINDERS FULL OF WOMEN THAN ALL THE WAR-MONGERING US PRESIDENTS COMBINED. THIS IS A GENERAL OUT OF THE BLUE CELEBRATION OF WOMEN MAKING CONTEMPORARY DOWNTEMPO MUSIC BETTER THAN ANY MAN OUT THERE. WE'RE LIVE AT 3PM SO TUNE IN FOR CATCHY TRAX TO RELIEVE YOU OF THAT MIDDAY STRESS
∆Baudrillard on Fruity-loops * Althusser's weekly podcast * neo-medieval tumblr posts *infra-national i-pod shuffle playlist∆
My half silicone heart implant beats with pride ahead of a guest spot at DREAMCAST this coming Friday at Broadcast. Along with Drmcst resident SUNSHOWER i'll be supervising the dissemination of a varied synthetic rhythm program. Analogue to digital to analogue to create the perfect hyper-real discotheque facsimile.
Do not expect, but be ASSURED that you will encounter a dazzling diversity of audio, glistening synthetic pleasures, foundationalist, cumulative, non-naturalistically inclined and universalisingly post-modern.
Anyway, its some shit i made, hope you like it. LOZ.
After an amazing 20th year we think it’s about high time we began world domination; after all, once we’re 21 we can legally adopt a child and drive a lorry over 7.5 tonnes - radio knows no bounds. To help us on our trajectory we’re looking for some seriously special individuals.
Dedication, creativity and interpersonal skills are all essential and a knowledge of the station and our output is recommended, but you don’t have to be a student to apply. However, it should be expected that team members attend the weekly team meeting and help with running events on the night.
Applications are open until midnight on Monday 30 November 2015.
Stereo // 28.11.15 // 2300-0300 // £4 OTD
Bare juke. Bare grime. Bare Subcity.
Bring your inner roadman to our return to Stereo's basement. Prepare for the booty bounce of your life, feel the bass vibrating through your sinuses. Newark 808, Sierra Alliance and Digital Dust will be bringing you the finest tracks in 140bpm. Ballies and puffers recommended.
Jersey · Baltimore · Booty
UKG · Juke · Footwork
Grime · UKG · Dub
Show applications are now open indefinitely.
We are now recruiting for new shows on Subcity Radio. As a freeform radio station our presenters have complete creative control over their shows. There are shows dedicated to music and shows dedicated to chat plus everything in between, nothing is too outlandish. We look for well thought out ideas and the belief than you can carry them out.
The application form is below, alongside it you'll find some application notes to help out with it. We would also recommend having a look at some of the many shows available to listen back to, past and present, to get a flavour for the station.
Any questions regarding applications can be directed to [email protected]
Please expect a response time of around 28 days.
Subcity presents: Last Night a DJ Took My Life
Friday 30th October
The Buff Club
The year is 3015. Things are pretty shit.
After the collapse of Earth’s interstellar uplink in 2985, the dark ages began. The three decades that followed were a waking nightmare, as people took to the streets in protest against the draconian regime of Earth-President/DJ Anne Droid. In response, the government declared a state of emergency and seized control of all mainstream media sources. The curfews got stricter and the punishments harsher as more and more of the people’s freedoms were revoked and nobody was able to speak up in their defence.
Earth year 2995 marked the dawn of a new horizon. It started as a faint crackle on the airwaves which grew to a great cacophony as Subcity Radio found its form. At last the people had a voice.
The year is 3015. You wander the streets of Glasgow looking for a place you’re not sure exists. Staggering through a mess of debris and deprivation, you trace the neon-lit streets in your mind looking for the right path. Eventually you come across an image you’ve seen before; almost a circle but not quite. You approach the door and a figure moves towards you from the shadows. A harsh voice croaks the word 'Password?' and you stumble over your response. 'Now is not a time for nerves', you think to yourself as you stutter 'f-f-free… freeform or death'. The doors open.
Inside you find a den of carnal pleasures; the underground resistance to a culture of repression. Revellers release their inhibitions to electronic grooves and sonic textures that before this point you could only dream of hearing. This is what it feels like to be free.
The euphoria is short lived, however, as a creeping sense of dread flows throughout your body. Something is amiss. This fear is an almost physical sensation. You question your sanity as you try to fight the phobia.
Something is amiss...