We don’t know where it’s coming from. We don’t know who it’s for.
We don’t even know when it started or when it’s going to be over. But it’s one of the last solaces in the wasteland after the apocalypse, so we don’t really care.
This is After the End radio station.
The cities may be silent, but here, the vinyl still spins. We broadcast a gritty, nostalgic mix of Post-Apocalyptic Jazz, Doomsday Blues, and Dusty Swing. It’s the soundtrack for scavenging the ruins or pouring a stiff drink while the Geiger counter clicks outside.
Kick off your boots, survivor. You found the frequency.
(Brought to you by the SPAD collective — fueling the DIY post-apo & cyberpunk underground.)