This Friday, 8 May at 10pm (tomorrow in fact), on his regular BAD PUNK show on Resonance 104.4FM, old friend and bon flaneur of Velvet Sheep fanzine, the deeply insightful and woundingly poetic Johny Brown (of legendary Band of Holy Joy) has a very special edition. This one features a brand new radio drama that Johny’s penned and it’s called “The Hours”. Including a soundscape by his BOHJ and life partner Inga Tillere, engineered by Lee Stapleford and read by Tam Dean Burn and James Stephen Finn it’s not to be missed.

And to celebrate, it seemed like a good excuse to put together a triptych of songs Johny has chosen on these pages as part of the “song for ewe” feature…and his words of wisdom and description…

“Here you go Nick. I’ve had this in my head all day. When Alex is in London he is a proper driven Godhead frontman with his dirty garage band Alkatraz but when he retreats to his Cornwall bolthole we see a more reflective side to the artist and this song My Sweet Pariah under the tag of The Voice of Treason has been bugging my brain all day. Sometimes you just can’t beat a man with guitar and a bit of kick drum coming straight at you from his pad and this does it for me.

“I love this concrete slab of heightened urban dread and fear and nerves.

It’s produced by Grant Showbiz for a start so the sound whilst being sparse and dubby is totally claustrophobic, the singer is ‘trying to send protocols and his skin is crawling and the top floor of the car park is calling, the protagonist has a problem with consumer life and political leanings, but darling, he hopes nothing for you, but, if you’ve got a problem just come and see him, his lust is roaring, though again, he hopes nothing for you!’

God I’ve been feeling this exact way for weeks now. and this song hits. It’s out on All The Madmen records soon. I urge you to check it out, or come and see them play it with the Joy at the Ivy House…”

“In the post new year gloom and under the shadow of another manic Trump tweet i’m finding this band to be soothing, magical and beautifully odd, a bit like the recent film Transit”