The Trap Sodcasts

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Like a drunk uncle at midnight, we stumble across your threshold clutching not a lump of coal but a lump of sodcast! Lucky you.We set out our stall for the new year by hating a whole new bunch of things and delivering what is, by quite some distance, the worst thing Carla Lane has ever sent us. Metro is still shit of course and we let you in on just how our Christmases went down. I won’t give anything away but the phrase ‘River Fish’ is used.Then Event Horizon Crescent happens and we can all go home.