We broadcast from a crater where a city used to be — now just an antenna field and three miraculously living generators. Music, the broadcast log and a channel for the locals run on rusty copper, duct tape and sheer stubbornness.
By day we spin rock and metal; by night, ambient and synthwave for those keeping watch. Nobody ever switches the transmitter off — it just hums in the dark, and we pick up the frequency.
LIVE RADIO IS ON HOME
/// THE CREEDRULES OF THE FREQUENCY
03 / THE CREED
THE FREQUENCY CREED
1. While the tube still glows, we play.
2. We take no ads: out here they pay in rust.
3. We never voice someone else's message without consent.
4. Every band is called by its own name, even a made-up one.