Radio Freedom
Treat yourself to a serve of house, techno, trance, dubstep, rap, downtempo and ambient electronic music made by independent unsigned electronic music producers and DJs based in Australia and the World entire! Based on the universal concept of peace, love, unity and respect, Radio Freedom is unapologetically serving a community of likeminded, but random, under-appreciated battlers and everyday champions as an independent internet-based music streaming service, free from the vices of commercially motivated, narrow-minded numpties.
Party on funsters, and be cool about it yeah? This includes y'all ravers juvenile and geriatric, comatose WFH nine-to-fivers, apathetic social network deviants, lurkers and malignant trolls; douchey hemi rev-head devotees that maintain EVs are lame, houso single-mothers who might just be raising a future lefty PM who inevitably turns frightfully Friedman-style neocon to appease cancel-culture weary 'quiet Aussies', quinoa enthusiasts in no immediate danger of needing an enema (and sphincter-retentive Karens who could really do with one, post-haste), foodies intolerant of people masquerading as annoying little shits with food intolerances, crunchy tarot card readers making a motza from their new side hustle as corporate Myer-Briggs consultants; climate-denying Murdoch doomsday merchants who call themselves journos but are nothing short of witch hunt perpetrating climate-sceptic maggots; naughty chefs working on the next breakthrough Michelin-star tom-yum soup with braised bat wings, know-it-all bookworms that drive others up the wall, the lululemon lycra-wearing brigade who list 'gym' as a hobby on their hinge profile (because the sun shines out of their thigh gap); IG influencers tryna, you know, turn tricks on the side to make the weekly rent; far-left nutbags strung-out on 'self-administered' multiple dosages of the spicy cough sub-variants (here's the Doc's prescription: youse need to chill the fuck out with that conspiracy shit); Cenno-dependent activists who wanna stage a mafia mob hit on the demonic architects of doom a.k.a. Robodebt (without invoking the senseless placement of messy, severed horseheads on guilty politicians' beds - unless petfood companies can't keep up with surging supply from government-sanctioned brumbies' cull); servile PR hacks aspiring to be the reincarnation of Mao's Red Guards, supposedly fussy halal snack-pack foodies who secretly have a pork banh mi treat as a weekly respite from the mundane (coz takeaway Chinese garlic prawns ain't kosher too after all on non-Shabbat takeaway nights), coke-addicted quant nerds who shill multivariate equations all-day at C-suites to deny flood insurance on blue-collar households in low-lying areas, modern-day ignorant serfs of Putin who enslaved themselves to the imminent destruction of their neighbouring former Soviet-era cuzzies, far-right anti-vaxxers who will contract consumption but die from cholera one day, and dishevelled/tardy/can't-be-arsed slackers or whatever kind of smelly human, cat or dog you are...
Repugnant diatribes aside - in the immortal words of Scooter (or whoever said it first), it's nice to important but more important to be nice. Godspeed, and in case that fails... uh, Buddha provide.
N.b. if you hit a snag with intermittent reception interruptions, don't get salty about it - let your innate zen settle back in and persevere with it, for this 'ere station is funded on a shoestring, liberated of inane ads and shouty commercials, i.e. we're a povvo start-up you dig? Namaste, and get your groove on.
