Jeff and Chris stumble out of the holiday fog and immediately start arguing about the real meaning of Christmas (spoiler: it’s not peace on Earth, it’s commercials, trauma, and whether mall Santas used to look like they were assembled in a JC Penney stockroom).

From there, the episode ricochets through a sacred trio of seasonal touchstones: the “I can’t believe you’ve never seen that” movie confession, the annual rewatch that somehow still hits like a brick, and the childhood memory that proves the 80s/90s were basically a prank we all agreed not to report.

Somewhere along the way, Jeff upgrades his “I’m in a spaceship” delusion with a truly irresponsible piece of nerd décor, and the guys take a respectful-but-unhinged detour into sci-fi nostalgia… including one observation that, once you hear it, you cannot un-hear it. (You’ve been warned.)

Then the vibe shifts into a year-end wrap: a few “we lost legends” moments, a little love letter to creators who basically raised your brain, and a rapid-fire set of recommendations that proves two dudes “pushing 60” can still hand you cooler watch/listen picks than most algorithmic homepages.

They close by teasing a 2026 debate that will absolutely end friendships, marriages, and possibly several galactic treaties.

You know. The usual wholesome Nice Pull! stuff.

Jeff and Chris start with the news that MTV has “scaled down” (which is a polite way of saying the network has finally admitted it’s been cosplaying as its former self for about two decades).

From there, it turns into a glorious Gen X memory stampede: the first times they saw music videos “in the wild” (before MTV hit everywhere), the weird magic of having to wait for afavorite video like it was a solar eclipse, and the way MTV didn’t just play songs—it basically re-wired pop culture,from fashion to film editing to how commercials and TV started cutting like they’d been shot on espresso.

They hit the golden era stuff without getting too precious about it—more like: “Yes this mattered… and also look at us, two grown men passionately discussing people’s haircuts from 1983.” There’s a running thread about how MTV made careers, made certain artists unavoidable, and also exposed the darker, dumber sides of the machine (including the era’s… let’s say… “selective” inclusivity and the brutal reality that once MTV got huge, it got less interested in your weird little cult bands).

Then the episode really turns into a deep-cut buffet: the kind where you suddenly remember a song you haven’t thought about since a couch smelled like indoor smoking and wood paneling.

If you grew up with music videos as a life event, this one’s a fun ride. If you didn’t, it’s still a fascinating glimpse into why Gen X reacts to certain synth riffs the way sharks react to blood in the water.

Episode 74 is the one where Nice Pull! accidentally becomes a three-generation support group for nostalgia, back pain, and bad life choices involving comic books. Jeff and Chris start in the smoldering ruins of Halloween, ranting about neutered “trunk-or-treat” events that feel like tailgates with training wheels, and reminiscing about when kids had to walk dark streets, risk urban legends, and deal with angry old men who now.

Then the “mystery guest” steps out of the liquor cabinet: Jeff’s 26-year-old son, Jarod, a self-proclaimed outlier who has listened to 73 episodes and absorbed enough Gen X trivia to function as a walking Nice Pull! wiki. He rants about trying to play Halo with friends and discovering you now need multiple accounts, a laptop, and probably a blood sacrifice just to do what four controller ports used to handle. The trio mourns the death of malls, third spaces, and random bounce-house block parties, compare notes on being so deep in thought people assume they’re having medical events, and trade injury stories (“I picked something up wrong and now I can’t move for two days”).

At one point, Chris casually admits he financed his entire childhood comic habit by embezzling quarters from his dad’s red lion’s-head bank like a tiny, nerdy mob accountant. It all ends with a glorious comic-book rabbit hole: shiny ‘90s Venom that isn’t paying anyone’s mortgage, a 1968 “dirty hippie” JimmyOlsen issue, and a full Green Lantern theology session about willpower, and alien space cops.