Forty-thousand stations.
Every country with an antenna. Every codec from MP3 to FLAC. Filtered, sorted, searchable — but never algorithmic.
The pitch
It's a radio.
Not a feed.
There are good algorithms. This isn't one.
Somewhere right now, in a city you've never been to, a person is queuing the next song. They don't know you exist. That's the whole point.
You catch the back half of a track, an ad in a language you don't speak, a DJ laughing at something you'll never understand — and somehow that's better than anything a machine could pick for you.