I was about 10 episodes in before I realized this was not a parody podcast. The voice - dull, slow, ponderous, pedantic - can be made almost listenable by speeding up to 1.25 or 1.5 times normal speed. The mispronunciations - Los Angeleeze instead of Los Angelus etc - can be put down to insularity, and it may be a Mancunian thing to pronounce singer as sing-ger with two distinct syllables and a hard g in the middle. However, Mr Hickey's hatred for the white males out there is the sign of a self-loathing snowflake who needs to preach his own virtue, without fail, every episode so far. This is supposed to be a music podcast, not a thinly veiled social-justice-warrior sermon. We can all be aware of the bad things that went before without wearing a white privileged hair-shirt and flagellating ourselves over it. It makes this podcast a boring joke to all skin colors and genders.