Radio was meant to traverse the lacquer-black night through a mysterious substance called ether. What other magical medium could launch Orson Welles' career? Imagine the electric grandeur of his live radio stage in a city known as Radio City, manned by tuxedo clad performers, musicians and engineers no one would ever see. Aural top hats, tails and spats. Hey, there's "Sparks," resplendent at the huge console's controls. Today, for those who still dream of radio grandeur, the internet and bland-as-bran fiber optic cables are all we got. Enter radio station KLW. For apparel, we're dressing down. But our incompetent Detroit Tee-shmatta factory can't get the black BLACK enough to match our "None-More" black epic lacquer logo. We'll figure it out.
KLW's fab KILLERWATT Tee has sold out in one day! No surprise. While we're restocking, take a beat and think about how wearing one of these "get outta my way" body billboards might assist you achieving your dreams of world domination. Citizens move aside. Rock ladies ogle your black-cotton clad bod. Everyone gives a wink and a drink to your musical perspicacity.
Buy one or ten of these. Maybe a case or two, so you can give them away. Make your best pals fashion victims, too. And help our fledgling radio station. We'll let you know when the new shipment arrives from our Detroit factory. Available in "Fucking Black."
We are currently testing the strength of interweb connectivity in the nerd'o'sphere. Will it have necessary girth and capacity to convey the sheer expanse of radio station KLW's torrential musical onslaught? And our loudmouth boss-jocks (DJs) -- can their, for lack of a better word -- "conduct" on the air fit into a tiny fiber optic glass conductor? Let's hope so. Your astute ears deserve quality stimulation. Stay tuned to this blog for skinny dispatches and tales of murphy's law taking down our internet radio dream. www.KILLERWATT.co