Disappointment manifold but hope so too, the bad boys of station E-R-O-B take it to the edge Phoenix and rise from ashes of erotic shock jock thriller base reality to soar thru betterreality of carnivalesque v-neck carnal reverie.  Lowly listner ponders what these guys are on. I don’t know...

Facing down the eschaton, we risk a ton—but splendid reward is ours and high watermark in conversational folk art is achieved RE: damnable marks.  This deconstruction of the great American endtime faith film has the ERERP grappling with daemons of misremembering, digression and eye defiling...