Breakfast in the Ruins, originally concentrating on Michael Moorcock's fiction, but has expanded into 70s and 80s pulp generally. I've been listening to the episodes featuring crustacean bothering schlockmeister Guy N Smith. The presenters invariably get stuck into some strong drink and you can hear them slurring their words at times, but as is the way with drunken inspiration they do come up with the occasional piece of genius off kilter insight. Made me laugh quite a few times e.g. their interpretation of the crabs as being like an unruly gang of yobs.