Killer and Sid accidentally create the dumbest podcast episode imaginable — and somehow it rules.
There are moments in life where civilization peaks.
The moon landing.
The invention of electricity.
The first human being who looked at Vegemite and said, “Yeah mate, spread that on bread.”
And then there’s this podcast episode.
What began as a harmless “Would You Rather?” discussion between Killer and Sid rapidly collapsed into a beer-soaked philosophical knife fight involving Jurassic Park survival strategies, elephant-sized ducks, Robin Williams psychological warfare, screaming elbows, haunted recording studios, dangling stretched ears and the deeply Australian trauma known only as Vegemite soup.
Not soup WITH Vegemite.
Vegemite. In hot water.
Humanity has gone too far.
Somewhere between discussing upcoming shows and reminiscing about Adelaide’s golden era of sweaty local gigs at Fowler’s, the entire conversation derailed into the kind of chaos usually reserved for sleep deprivation, festival comedowns and conversations held outside servo pie warmers at 2am.
One minute Sid is talking passionately about recording music properly and trusting the artistic process.
The next minute both grown men are debating whether it would be more socially acceptable to become “the hemorrhoid cream guy” instead of “the adult nappy guy.”
This is journalism now.
The beautiful thing is that underneath all the insanity, there’s actually a weird amount of heart in it. You can hear two musicians genuinely excited about creating music again. Talking about finally releasing songs. Playing venues like The Gov. Remembering packed local shows at old Fowler’s where hardcore kids would destroy themselves in the pit while some random guy screamed lyrics from a monitor wedge.
There’s nostalgia buried underneath the stupidity.
There’s also this exchange:
“Would you rather only speak in gutturals or only speak in power metal high notes?”
And honestly, that might be the single greatest question ever asked in modern media.
The answer somehow spirals into death metal customer service roleplay.
“I’D LIKE TO POST A LETTER.”
Human evolution was a mistake.
The episode keeps mutating every few minutes. One second they’re discussing haunted studios and hidden ghost voices on famous records, the next they’re talking about body modification horror stories from Killer’s years working as a piercer.
A man apparently snapped his stretched ear clean through.
Naturally, the response was:
“We pierced the dangler.”
No pause.
No hesitation.
No concern for God.
Just commitment to the bit.
That’s the energy of this entire episode.
Two Australian metalheads launching themselves headfirst into conversational traffic with absolutely no intention of surviving the crash.
And somehow… it works.
Because underneath the nonsense, the swearing, the sidetracks and the complete destruction of structure, there’s something real about hearing people just genuinely have fun. No fake podcast radio voices. No algorithm-chasing motivational speeches. No pretending to be profound.
Just mates talking absolute shit and accidentally creating comedy gold in the process.
Which, honestly, might be the most Australian thing imaginable.
This is the gospel.
I bite crowd surfers.
Killer.
