Deadzone Radio – the only sound still cutting through the fog of a dead city.

Broadcasting from a fortified penthouse high in the ruins of Pacific Bluffs, our signal pushes out over the cliffs and the silence below. No old-world tracks. No salvaged playlists from before the fall. Every beat, every bar, every hook that hits this frequency is original – created right here in the Deadzone by the people still surviving in it.

The music comes straight from the apocalypse: heavy 808s built on scavenged equipment, snares pulled from metal doors and distant echoes, field sounds of the undead twisted into rhythm, recordings made by candlelight or generator flicker. The tracks carry the weight of the world outside – lyrics drawn from nights spent barricaded, runs through fog-choked streets, close calls, and the stubborn will to keep going. Production stays raw: tape hiss, distorted lows, kicks that shake loose glass overlooking the drop. Heavy trap that matches the tension, dark boom-bap that carries the grind, menacing drill that feels like the city's own pulse when everything else stopped.

This isn’t background noise or nostalgia. It’s proof the culture didn’t die with everything else. When you’re cornered, low on supplies, with the moans getting closer – tune in. Let the bass drown the fear for a minute. Let the flows remind you someone’s still creating when the world wants silence.

Deadzone Radio. 100% original Deadzone music. No talk. No requests. No interruptions. Just the sound of survival, broadcasting live from Pacific Bluffs.

Because even in the end, the beat keeps moving.

Tune in. Turn up. Keep breathing.