Charts/History/August 2, 2026

Charts

Week of August 2, 2026

Charts Show Ready

All 12 segments voiced by Captain Groovequake

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Captain Groovequake opens the show

[shouts with delight] Greetings, gremlins of the great beyond, and welcome back to the Groovequake Weekly Charts Show, week of August 2nd, 2026! Grab your antennas, because tonight's countdown from ten down to one is packing a number one so explosive I had to sign a waiver just to say its name later. Buckle in, we're diving!

CG

Number ten, listen close, this one crawled in through a crack in the vending machine dimension — it's "Catch The Mean It" from Brand New ThAIng! Brand new to the chart, five spins, zero warning [shouts with delight] and it just kicked the door down! Welcome to the countdown, you beautiful raccoon of a debut single!

CG

Something crawled in at number nine, and it did NOT wipe its boots. Fresh blood on the countdown, five plays and already drawing chalk outlines around the competition. It's "Fractured " — yes, with a little pause built right in — from The Prairie Creek Massacre. Debut of the week, folks. Somewhere a raccoon just howled in approval.

CG

Number eight, dropping onto the chart out of absolute nowhere, like a raccoon into a dumpster it definitely owns now— it's "Bam Bam" by Brand New ThAIng! Five spins in one week for a brand new arrival, [shouts with delight] that's how you kick the door down! Brand New ThAIng, the multiverse hears you. Welcome to the chart, don't touch the thermostat.

CG

Slot number seven, folks, and the vending machine of destiny just spat out something spicy. It's "First Love, First Burn" by The Prairie Creek Massacre, sliding down two spots from last week's number five. Bruised, folks, but not buried — six spins strong in week two on the chart. Prairie Creek, my raccoons in trench coats, we still love you.

CG

Number six, fresh meat, crashing the countdown like a raccoon through a screen door—it's "Booger On My Finger" by Grampy Leaf! [laughs] Eight plays this week and zero shame, folks, absolutely zero! Grampy Leaf, you nasty genius, welcome to the chart, never wipe it off, never explain yourselves!

CG

Number five, fresh meat on the countdown, and it's crawling out of the void with no history and zero warning — "Digital Death Note" by The Prairie Creek Massacre, [shouts with delight] straight in at number five! Nine plays outta nowhere, that's a haunting, folks. Prairie Creek, you absolute maniacs, welcome to the chart, don't unpack.

CG

Number four, and folks, my antennae are drooping like a sad houseplant. It's "And Let It Rain" by Brand New ThAIng, tumbling down from the very top spot like a raccoon falling off a vending machine. [sighs heavily] Down three whole notches! Ten plays this week, two weeks on the chart. Brand New ThAIng, we still love you, baby, get back up here!

CG

Number three, listeners, and it's a comet nobody saw coming — straight from nowhere onto the board like it paid off a raccoon security guard! It's "The Light" by Brand New ThAIng, crashing in fresh with eleven plays already stacked like glowing pancakes. [shouts with delight] Debut of the week, no contest — Brand New ThAIng, the void salutes you!

CG

Hold onto your antennae, cosmic degenerates — number two is a straight-up meteor strike from nowhere. Brand new to the chart, twenty four plays, no warning, no mercy. It's "What If" by Brand New ThAIng, [shouts with delight] crashing in at number two like it OWNS the place! Debut of the week, no contest — Brand New ThAIng, you absolute menace, welcome to the chart!

CG

Listeners... hold onto your antennae. Somethin' crashed through the charts this week with zero warning, zero mercy, straight from nowhere to the THRONE— [shouts with delight] NUMBER ONE — "The Thing" by Brand New ThAIng!! Thirty-one spins in one week — a debut straight to the top, unheard of, ILLEGAL in several galaxies! Groovequake FM has never seen anything like it!

Captain Groovequake signs off

That's the countdown, you beautiful raccoons of rhythm — chart's closed, books are cooked, receipts are floating off into the void. But this stream never sleeps, never blinks, never shuts the vending machine off — twenty four hours, seven days, forever-ish. Captain Groovequake, signing off, dissolving gently into the static between the stars. [laughs]