Saturday, 9-11PM

Music Without Subtitles is a vinyl-only radio show made up of a tasty trove of treasures, treats, tinctures and tonics, a mind-melting mélange and a goose-pimpling gumbo of genres and geographies.

It is a storming stampede of sexy sonorous Italian stallions, fulsome with fantastically full-on fashionable and fit Finnish synth pop, yummy extras of extra yummy ex-Yugoslav 80s pop, a fiery fiesta of flamenco-flecked and sibilantly seductive Spanish acid rumba, bushels of bolshy beaty Bollywood disco and lotsa ‘lectric Lollywood electro, more than a few feverishly funky and fawning Moog mini-masterpieces, a sloppy slathering of sugary sans saccharine sweetened Swedish dancefloor jazz, fistfuls of foppishly fecund French yé yé, noteworthy nuggets of nourishingly noshy Northern soul, blissed-out and bubbling-over buckets of buttery Belgian popcorn, handsome hunks of hot and haughty Hungarian trouser rock, amorously appointed amplifications of adorably addictive Anatolian psych, devilish dollops of doubly dark and delicious Dutch minimal wave, a gushingly garnished good good glut of gut gut Neue Deutsche Welle, all lovingly lavished with lashings of lustily lush and just plain luscious leftfield edits, and, being naughty naughty by nature, marinated liberally with tastefully inappropriate, but happily ending, saucy, sexy, sultry sonic scenes of disco upon disco action.