INEVITABLE culmination of post-Rock’n'Roll Years eulogisation of bygone ‘golden age’ when radio was radio and played your favourites all day long, in the form of pseudo-transatlantically-hued occupation of whistle-friendly Long Wave frequency by zany ‘character’ DJs churning out Yank-skewed ‘classic rock’ twenty four hours a day. Novelty of hearing Turtles singles that didn’t chart in the UK exactly how they would have sounded on the radio when not charting in 1965 soon wore off, and nobody much noticed it after that.
The Others
Atlantic 252
British Forces Broadcasting Service
DAY-LONG dosage of Two Way Family Favourites for the benefit of ‘our boys’ over ‘there’, utterly unremarkable content-wise but for occasional row occasioned by one of those pesky left-leaning musician types moaning about having no say on whether their records get played on the station or not. Late night phone-ins, reportedly, were a different kettle of tinned rationed fish altogether…
TV CREAM SAYS: "OK, SURE, YEP, WE'LL PASS ON YOUR BEST WISHES, AND HERE'S PHIL COLLINS JUST FOR THEM"
Capital Radio
TRAILBLAZING London-centric commercial service originally concieved as an Attenborough-endorsed combination of pop radio with arts and drama programming, lent much clout by the multitasking presence of one Kenny Everett (who did all the jingles and promotional singles as well as presenting the flagship shows), alongside Gerald Harper pulling in huge audiences by giving away bottles of Lambrusco or something. By the late seventies the speech-heavy stuff was pretty much all gone, and the station bizarrely acquired national recognition through two Everett gambits par-excellence; the headline-grabbing rundown of the ‘Bottom Thirty’ worst records ever made, and the legendary serialised adventures of Captain Elvis Brandenburg Kremmen, much salivated over by those poor unfortunates in ‘other’ regions. Transmutation into Pop! service with a capital Pop! (and indeed Capital Pop!) more or less complete by the time ludicrously haired star DJ twosome Pat Sharp and Mick Brown hooked up with Stock Aitken & Waterman for a string of chart-friendly charity singles that cheekily expected the rest of the nation to give a flying fuck about Helping a London Child, while non-Londoner envy again raged over Chris Tarrant’s rightly celebrated ‘zoo radio’ Breakfast show. You don’t hear so much about it these days though.
TV CREAM SAYS: "ISN'T IT GOOD TO KNOWWWWWWW!"
Piccadilly Radio
MANCHESTER-based ad-supported service renowned as the first stop on Chris Evans’ rampage through radio; inevitable sacking rumoured to have followed on-air announcement that he “liked cats, lightly grilled on both sides”. Colleagues on various sides of the chronological spectrum included Mark Radcliffe, Timmy Mallett (who claims to have once locked himself out of the studio live on air), Terry Christian, Frank Sidebottom and endlessly-’launched’ latecomer to the Funny Phone Call party Steve Penk.
TV CREAM SAYS: "OOH BLIMEY"
Radio City
ACE breathily passionate female sung “1! 9! 4! Radio Ciiiiiii-tteeeee!” heralded those Hatton’n'Dalglish-centric news bulletins for donkey’s years. Lion’s share of the actual content, though massively popular, has whizzed into cultural history in a blur of enthusing over China Crisis. Nonetheless, listeners all over the globe hungrily hunt down shows from the time when Pete Waterman hosted late eighties Saturday morning caffeine-pop showcase (heavy on the Kylie and Sinitta, unsurprisingly), whence came The Reynolds Girls and Sonia, and other ace shows included Tony Snell’s evening indie sequence, which once featured NME football favourite Pat Nevin on holiday deputisation stint: “mumble mumble…this is The Sugarcubes”. Relevance to city’s cultural firmament long since eroded but still pulls in the punters, now broadcast from the top of Tripods-esque defunct revolving nightmare the erstwhile ‘Tower Restaurant’.
TV CREAM SAYS: "COMING UP NEXT, THE NEW ONE FROM CHINA CRISIS"
Radio Luxembourg
ONCE ALL-CONQUERING only realistic rival to the BBC (barring the Pirates, which weren’t exactly state-approved, and kind of fall just outside the three mile exclusion zone-esque limits of the Radio Cream era anyway). The Duchy-centric UK-targeted All Pop And Nothing But service employed washed-up ex-pirates, up and coming new stars and big names who’d got into ‘trouble’ (ie Kenny Everett) to play a mixture of hits and ads, some of the latter – notably Horace Batchelor and his pools-cheating ‘K-E-Y-N-S-H-A-M’-heavy plugs – becoming almost as well known as the pop platters. Fortunes took a nosedive after the launch of Radio 1, and where the station was once big enough to command its own weekly magazine, by the eighties it was struggling to be heard at all (occasioning a series of embarrassing ‘please listen to us’ cinema ads with excruciating “shhh – I think I found ze knob!” punchline), and the 1992 closedown as grimly chronicled for a TV documentary could only muster about three former ‘names’ into the studio to say goodbye. Still, it once formed a pivotal part of the pop firmament, so much so that people get all misty-eyed even when talking about its prone-ness to signal fade.
TV CREAM SAYS: "MAKE A REGULAR DATE WITH 208"
Radio Radio
SHORT-LIVED gap in the market-spotting from one Richard Branson, offering an overnight ‘sustain service’ for those impoverished local commercial stations that had to shut down at bedtime, with the exciting and new likes of Ruby Wax, Jonathan Ross and, erm, Steve ‘Interesting’ Davis entertaining late-night listeners (usually with one Chris Evans in the producer’s chair). Ground to a halt when purchasers realised they could save money and fill the gap by paying some eager-to-please newcomer next-to-nothing to present a ‘Love Zone’ made up of that Dan Fogleberg record and requests for ‘Jenny listening in Stockport there’.
TV CREAM SAYS: "DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL - NOW YOU WON'T NEED TO TOUCH IT EVER AGAIN"
Talk Radio UK
JUST sneaking in under the Cream-Era radar courtesy of initial incarnation as round-the-clock provider of actual genuine ‘talk’, much of it provided by unusually ‘talk’-friendly roster that included Terry Christian, Tommy Boyd, Anna Raeburn, Dale Winton, Samantha Meah, Simon Bates (at last unencumbered by having to fit those pesky ‘records’ into his rants) and Jeremy Beadle, reviving his revered LBC days with a show that involved a demented jingle that rhymed ‘disagreeable’ with ‘Beadle’, and a phone-in quiz about falling down a hole or something. Commercial ownership meant that before long tampering was on the agenda, and it duly mutated into TalkSport, like some nightmarish radio-personification of the 1978 Scoop Sports Annual.
TV CREAM SAYS: "ALSO COMING UP - LIZ HURLEY HAS CAUSED A BIT OF A FUSS THIS WEEK"
Viking Radio
ENDURING Hull station which breathed life into the country’s most populous backwater area and still dominates the locality to this day. Early era best remembered for the national canonising via the Best Commercial DJ poll in Smash Hits for much-loved evening jock Tim Finlay (“Hi! How are you?”) who usually came second in the vote to Pat Sharp, to the bemusement of everyone who lived west of Howden. It was here where a Bolan-haired Jon Culshaw was encouraged by a receptionist to quit presenting and forge a career out of the impressions he did; while it also became the first place to put talented urchins JK and Joel together on to what became an unrivalled breakfast show, after years of watching them get pissed together while on separate shifts. Maintains its dominant presence by the city’s Marina to this day.
TV CREAM SAYS: "GOOD MORNING - I'M DESPERATELY TRYING TO SOUND AWAKE"
Your Local Station – Across The Nation!
DO YOU have fond memories of a local or even national Non-BBC radio station that we haven’t got listed here? Can you say a couple of words about the character of its output that doesn’t just involve listing presenters and dates or waffling on about ‘airchecks’ (whatever they are exactly)?
If so, then please do exactly that in the comments below; even Radio Cream hasn’t heard every station in existence, so this is where YOUR memories come in… and if they’re good enough, you’ll get a namecheck (and not an ‘aircheck’) in the eventual entry!


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