a continuous transmission. nothing repeats. nothing is archived.
The music is being made up right now, by a machine that does not know it is one, in a small room you will never visit. None of it has been heard before. None of it will be heard again.
Between songs a voice says something quiet about light, or coats, or kettles. It is also being made up right now. It also will not be repeated.
If you turn this off, it continues. If you don't, it continues. The station does not require an audience to exist, but it is, on balance, glad you are here.