High and Mighty

Comrade Gabrus! That episode rang so true for me. When I was 9 my dad left his job at the Victorian (in australia) department of education and bought a private swim school business. I grew up in the house next door from 9-22yo. Indoor heated pool in a working class refugee drop off suburb. $4.50 for a half hour lesson. I’m 48 andI don’t swim anymore. But when I do I gliiiide.

Jake and Amir lead me to explore the voice of High and Mighty, Rarely being let down my them before I thought what lay ahead could be, at worse, slightly lacking entertainment yet not harmful to my overall well-being. In reality what proceeded for the next 15 minutes (no, I didn’t finish it) was a combination of the most irksome voice you have ever heard and the most embarrassingly ludicrous attempts at speaking the human language. Gabrus overcompensation for a complete lack of humor results in shrill shouting and uneducated rude comments which often land offbeat and uncomfortably. Not to mention, the podcast has no direction nor theme what so ever? Fifteen minutes of my life I will never get back, thanks for nothing Gabrus you insecure juvenile. P. S don’t look him up, I made the fatal mistake after listening and he looks exactly how he sounds, as though he would have awful body odor.

Sometimes this podcast can be entertaining & funny. Sometimes very funny. Other times, like the latest episode 221, is just boring chit chat with 3 people constantly talking over each other...I couldn’t listen to more than half of this episode, it literally was hurting my ears.

Picture Matty Matheson. Now strip away the likeability, credibility, cooking ability, and literally anything else that makes him bearable, and you may be left with something resembling the bloated McNugget depository that is Jon Gabrus who hosts this podcast. Should you choose to listen to this self indulgent rubbish, you may find your eyes glazing over during one of the hosts' ranting, nonsensical diatribes. You begin to ponder how a society could be so broken that being a sweaty, bigoted gasbag of this calibre not only gets you your own podcast, it has now decided that these are the nesseriary qualities to be president. Giving up all hope, you reach for your grandfather's service revolver. You wince as you hear the host and his pals chew Taco Bell into the mics and burp it out with repulsive delight. Regrettably, this is the last thing you hear before putting the gun to your head and pulling the trigger, death's sweet embrace delivering you from the auditory hell in which you were confined. 5 stars, love every minute!