What It Is
Some goofballs talk loudly about sports.
This show tends to run an hour or so and come out weekly. The iTunes archive has almost 230 episodes; if you want more, though I can’t imagine you would, check out the show’s official page. And that Explict tag is there for a reason; lots of profanity and also lots of explicit sexual dialogue.
What About It
This show is desperately bad, painfully annoying and basically unlistenable. I struggled through five episodes and I was typically trembling with rage by the end of each episode, rage at the fact that something like this exists, rage at these people for thinking that they’re worth hearing, rage at myself for subjecting myself to this. The title figure, Davey Mac, is perhaps the most obnoxious person on the planet and his co-hosts are all probably in the top twenty. Davey bellows at the top of his lungs, shouting down everyone else in the room. And, God, the songs. Yes, the songs. Davey will bellow a song at his in-studio keyboardist (!) and the keyboardist will begin playing, let’s say, Born in the USA. Davey will then begin singing/ranting about something or other to the tune of said song. His singing voice? Like an angel. Mm. And, if you’re lucky, you’ll get to hear one of the songs he sings about having sex with some baseball player or other. I wish I was joking. Believe me, this podcast left me longing for the droning boredom of Dan Patrick. This is, by far, the worst podcast I’ve encountered on my journey. Other podcasts have been bland or uninteresting. Others have been stupid or amateurish or even a bit annoying. But no other podcast has hit this level: it is non-stop fingernails on the chalkboard of my eardrums. This podcast should be shot into the sun. Someone should travel back in time and kill baby Davey before he can do this to humanity. Someone needs to take two electric drills (running, of course) and stick them into Davey’s ears, so he’ll know what it’s like to listen to his show. I’m not advocating violence. But if anyone currently alive today is fated to die by decapitation, I know who I’m hoping it is.
0 stars. And don’t I wish I had the lack of integrity necessary to do one of those “negative one-billion” star ratings. But, hey, I made the ranking system, so . . . it’s zero.
You are from another planet maybe?
Avoid Like the Plague If
You value your sanity.
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