Beaming straight outta Perth (a.k.a. Earth’s Florida) and into the galactic trash fire known as the universe, WASP.FM is the only radio station that legally shouldn’t exist. It’s like someone duct-taped a DJ booth to a space shuttle, fired it into orbit, and handed the aux cord to a bunch of sleep-deprived 20-somethings having a collective identity crisis.

Imagine electronic music from every known galaxy—and a few we made up—smashed together into one sonic rollercoaster that slaps, glitches, and occasionally whispers “help me” from the void. Hosted by 20 young adults who have no idea what they’re doing but pretend really hard, WASP.FM is part radio show, part existential therapy session, part fever dream narrated by a drunk alien.

Between the beats, you’ll hear deranged dialogues, unhinged rants, fake ads for products nobody asked for (Galactic Toenail Polish? Planet Insurance?), and radio bumpers that make you question your grip on reality. Aliens roast humans. Humans roast aliens. Everyone roasts America. We drag politics, global affairs, social discourse, and that weird neighbor who keeps hoarding moon rocks.

It’s satirical. It’s cosmic. It’s an absolute dumpster fire in space—and you’re invited.

WASP.FM: Western Australia Space Program Radio.

We aimed for the stars. We hit Uranus. Tune in.