Born Bad Radio

DJ Sleazy T

Welcome to BORN BAD RADIO, hosted by DJ Sleazy T! A record collector, audio engineer, questionable human being, and highly unreliable narrator.

Part all-vinyl radio show, part psychological breakdown, part low-budget horror movie held together with cheap booze, bad decisions, and really fucking good records.

What started as a perfectly innocent radio show has somehow turned into a criminal investigation, a teenage crime spree, a monster-filled castle, a conversation with Satan, an AI uprising, a kidnapping, and a spectacular nervous breakdown involving a psychiatric hospital, a coke-snorting private eye, and a road trip to Area 51.

And that's just the shit we can remember.

Along for the ride: Satan, The Evil Spotify Playlist Robot with questionable programming, Casket Jack the world's most depressing mortician, Dr. Schlock-n-dock, a fly named Shit Kisser, and an ever-growing collection of lunatics who probably shouldn't be allowed near sharp objects.

Meanwhile, DJ Sleazy T is hearing voices, questioning reality, and desperately trying to figure out whether he's the hero of this story or just another asshole in somebody else's nightmare.

THE SOUNDTRACK: Soul, R&B, greasy Rock ’n’ Roll, Garage, Punk, Gospel, creepy Country, teenage heartbreak, murder ballads, ass shakers, toe tappers, and other cool shit your algorithm wouldn't know what to do with.

Underneath all the stupidity, there's a little something about grief, ego, love, loneliness, identity, and the ridiculous things we do to avoid looking ourselves in the mirror.

It's funny. It's filthy. It's occasionally heartbreaking. And absolutely nobody involved is qualified to give life advice.

Nobody's entirely good. Nobody's entirely sane. And at this point, we're not even sure anybody's real.

Except the records.

THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE REAL.

NO ALGORITHMS. NO REQUESTS. NO REFUNDS ON EXISTENTIAL CRISES.

Love letters, hate mail, psychiatric evaluations, and other bad ideas:

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