What the fuck is the idea with 'Jam' ?

Highlights include the kid who sorts things out, and the suicide by jumping off the first floor balcony.

Search: the Adam and Joe parody of it ("You must... bugger the baby")

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Just watching that right now. Fully insane.

Okay, beachflies, some truly hexagonal dope on this weekend at the pop sheds and flash tunnels. Right? Oh, no, that's ridiculous. Right.

Loads of noise breaking out over Yorkshire, mainly due to DJ Amyll Rightmate, featuring some nice trad garage at the Salty Glob in Leeds. He uses guns, by the way, and there's no floor in the club at all.

Bit of a clash in Hull, with the Fabattoir and the Bauble right next door to each other. At the Fab, it's the Comical Beggars with two nervous guitarists doing strum and base, while the Baub have DJ Guts featuring the classic sounds of the seventh of January, 1998. I'll always remember going absolutely bald to that brilliant Sister Wendy remix of "My Fly Had Puppies" by Balbarigmus.

But back to now. It's seven-four tour night at the Fussy Brenda in Cardiff. So, that'll just be those three geezers again, and that one lady if she turns up, each paying two hundred pounds on the door, and each, I have to say, ignoring the other three, and acting like they owned the place, and it was their home, and they were watching television on a Wednesday.

Ooh! Ooh, agh. Ooh, sorry, I'm still getting flashbacks from New Year, when I saw Keith Flint being rushed to hospital after claiming he could eat sodium. What a classic flourish!

Saturday at the Vag in Glasgow, an all-nighter with DJ Boiled Mouse. Ahh... yes. Making that creepy whistle of a noise, and expecting people to dance? Come on! By half ten he's always in a tizz, claiming no-one understands him, and by midnight he's usually being fished out of a nearby canal, after another failed attempt to snuff his very naff little candle. So if you do go to that, leave the bollock to drown.

Hey, Portishead. When you play live, how about some strip-hop? Boozy girl naked. Very pleasant.

At the Tube of Toothpaste in Reading, it's another fat lip all-nighter. Huge discounts if you let the bouncers lamp you on the way in. With DJ Lemsip and Catatonia's Cerys ironing beans in the background. Nicely understated, that. Like a bomb made out of jazz and feathers. Last time I was there, I spent quite a lot of time in the knob out room.

And finally, at the Loaded Knife in Brixton, entrance is free if you turn up with a haircut. DJ Microclimate churns out tons of little beat. They've got a couple of ill sea lions there, to test your drugs on, but make sure you know what an off-colour sea lion looks like. And I'm told at six a.m. there's a break in the music that lasts until June the fifteenth, when the show will reconvene for a further five minutes.

Right? Oh, no, that's ridiculous. Right. I'm off to the Jumping Up and Down in Camden, where it's Dead Certain night to the beat of some steaming blazen midriff. Ooh, oily, oh, boily! Will I be some fresh jazz kill by three?

Night night, Jarvis!

Many of the sketches didn't transfer well to TV but I was reminded last year, when working on the DVD subs, just how fantastic a lot of it was. Morris clearly loved the A&J parody because it's tucked away somewhere on the DVD (see also: Black Books).

The Adam & Joe version was great too.

(That last sentence looks ridiculous if you don't know what I'm referring to.)

It's Boohbah for grown-ups.

Oh, I wish I'd said that.

I hadn't seen the series when it was on TV, and was really excited about the DVD (which I ordered from Amazon.co.uk)...it was kind of a let down though. I agree that the format worked much better as a radio show.

the sketch with the couple buying the house is absolutely brilliant. Also the paranoid intros to the episodes, the best of which is the one featuring the line "they crown you king canteloupe" etc.

I think alot of what Morris was trying to do with Jam was make fun of all the "pre-millenial angst" bullshit that you heard people refer to in relation to Radiohead or whatever. The intro to the first episode with the line "arms and legs flailing, gawky bez" was so so funny.

I think Jam isn't solely comedy in the same way that Brass Eye isn't, it's as much about the how ridiculously the English language can be harnessed as it is about actually being funny.

Not vastly, but yeah, I'd go along with that. Iannucci's show may never see the light of day on DVD - VCI don't think it'll be a big seller and the music clearance issues (Sinatra, Arvo Part, etc) make it a deeply unattractive project for them. Which, considering it took C4 over two years to get round to repeating the thing and then they only screened six of eight episodes, is a big shame. AI on Yes, Minister for the Beeb's sitcom self-love sesh was nice an' all but no substitute.

Think that standard, over an entire series and you have The Armando Iannucci Shows. But I had a lot of time for Armistice and you didn't, so I may not be able to convince you on this one. But the Shows were of a completely different tenor; no braying audience, no clinging to the soggy trouser-leg of topicality. Just sad and slow and brilliant.

Watching this after hearing it was a Chris Morris show. Jeez.

Seems like a show best consumed about 4-5 in the morning right before the sun comes up and you've been up for the previous 20+ hours or so.

Blue Jam was designed to go out at 3am, so, yeah.

I can see why. Neat when I can identify the music, at least.