Somebody says a line you half remember from three years ago. You know the bit. You don't know the episode. So you scrub a three hour video and give up.
We indexed the show word by word so you don't have to. Type what you remember — a name spelled wrong, a venue, a date, a line you're not sure of — and it lands on the exact second.
Every result opens on the official Kill Tony channel. Not ours. That's one flag in the code and it's set to theirs.
We don't host the show. We don't run ads. There's nothing for sale here and no email list to join.
Tell us and it changes the same day. Not "we'll look into it" — the same day.
One person built this and he answers his own email, so there's no ticket queue and nobody to escalate to. It's a small enough thing that changing it is genuinely quick.
One email and it's gone the same day. No argument, no lawyer, no hard feelings. We'd rather have made something you liked than something you had to deal with.
Mainstream comedy bores me. Kill Tony is the only place I still actually laugh — and that isn’t luck, it’s the room Tony built. An atmosphere where the bit has to earn it in front of people, every Monday, with nowhere to hide.
That’s not a podcast doing well. That’s the front of a real comedy revolution, and it deserved an archive you could actually get into. So we built one and gave it away.
One person, under the name Find Your Monkey.