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What’s the Goat?

The song that makes you puke hard, ripping through your core like esophagial razor blades, a final bloody retch that shreds the length of your spine. The song that burst from the radio and triggered your innate self-preservation: instinct drove you instantly to baseballbat your multi-$K Bang & Olufsens to oblivion and stop the horror. If there’s a hell, you’ll hear the goats playing. Nonstop.

You know the song. Songs. Goats are legion: the devil’s bile, radio vomit putrifying the airwaves. We’ve created the Anti-Playlist of goats whose sounds you want sealed in hell forever. We tally your emails, calls, and faxes every week, announce candidates on-air daily around 10a and 2p, and proclaim the week’s “winner” on Friday. Our mission starts over on Sunday morning after mass and a dozen hail marys.

Every 13 weeks we collect a physical Representative for each goat — a case of CDs, posters, t-shirts, even vinyl — and one jock gets to burn, mutilate, melt, acid, firecracker, somehow and way symbolically destroy the goats’ spiritual essence. (Vinyl is cool the way it drips, like Homeric black blood.)

Okay, it’s just an excuse to call down the fire department and make one monstrous mess while they watch. Don't miss it; listen while we tear each goat the one it deserves.

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