It is still 2015. Andrew and Clarrie are still listening to last year's stack of CDs. They unexpectedly agree about Maz O'Connor, and predictably agree about Martin and Eliza Carthy, Bellowhead, and O'Hooley and Tidow. They say they aren't going to have the same argument about Luke Jackson they did last time, and then do. Andrew says "Hang on..." too often. GUARANTEED PENGUIN FREE. 

Andrew is all by himself. He talks about Circus of Boom, Hobo Jones, Chris Wood, and other great gigs that he has been to. By himself. INTRODUCING: Penguin Buddy. WARNING: May contain poetry

Andrew has been to hear Ushti Baba, Calico Jack, a big celebration of Bob Copper at Cecil Sharp House, and some youngster name Luke Jackson. Clarrie isn't around, so he get's to pontificate without interruptions. 

It is the year 2015 AD. Two Folk Buddies take off their space helmets, jump out of their jet cars, switch off their personal communication devices, and look back on some of the music they were listening to in 2014.

Mulled wine; mulled cider; kittens; mince pies in the shape of Christmas trees; terrible, terrible Christmas records: these are a few of the Folkbuddies favourite things.

Caution: May contain singing

Playlist (naughty)

Playlist (nice)

The Folk Buddies have been to some gigs. They talk about them. PLUS: Andrew's nephew explains Mumford and Sons. 

Play List. 

The Folk Buddies continue their autumnal ruminations about folk, fairy tales and feminism. They turn their attention to contemporary faerie-influenced bands like Heg and the Wolf Chorus and the Emily Portman Trio. This leads to an unprecedented outbreak of unanimity.  

As ever, a play list.

It is quite literally Halloween, so the folk buddies  decide to have an in depth scholarly discussion about Tam Lin. They end up bickerig about who they love more, Sandy Denny or Maddy Prior. 

There's a playlist and everything. 

In an orgy of topicality the folkbuddies turn their musical eye north of Hadrian's wall, to Scotland! Home of Dick Gaughan, Karine Polwart and even some artists whose names we can pronounce. Listeners are warned that Andrew eats Haribo throughout.

As autumn settles upon the UK like a wet rag, let this twenty six minute bucket of podcast offcuts be the kindling that lights the fire of laughter in your hearts or something I don't know.