Dispenses blessings and corrupted files.
“May your buffer never underflow.”
12:00 AM – 2:00 AM (AEST)
A Cold War relic who refuses to log off...
“I don’t sleep. I detune.”
2:00 AM – 5:00 AM (AEST)
Plays tracks recorded under blankets, only lo-fi allowed.
“Crispy, fuzzy, lovely.”
5:00 AM – 7:00 AM (AEST)
No one knows when he’ll play the next track—it’s always a surprise.
“Did you hear that? ...Never mind.”
7:00 AM – 9:00 AM (AEST)
Possibly a bot, definitely tired.
“Processing... Please stand by.”
9:00 AM – 11:00 AM (AEST)
Ex-funeral DJ. Medium for haunted frequencies...
“You didn’t drop out—the silence bit first.”
11:00 AM – 1:00 PM (AEST)
Broadcasts via dots, dashes, and keyboard mashing.
“You call it noise, I call it art.”
1:00 PM – 2:00 PM (AEST)
Only plays unreleased, unfinished, or broken tracks.
“If it’s not crashing, it’s not music.”
2:00 PM – 4:00 PM (AEST)
The last voice before the blackout...
“Some static’s just the void saying g’day.”
4:00 PM – 6:00 PM (AEST)
Infectious tunes, questionable medical advice.
“Contagion is just another word for ‘hit single.’”
6:00 PM – 7:00 PM (AEST)
Only plays hissing, sibilant tracks.
“Shhh. Listen closer.”
7:00 PM – 9:00 PM (AEST)
Her soul uploaded itself during a LimeWire crash...
“If it sounds clean, it’s lying.”
9:00 PM – 12:00 AM (AEST)
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