Independent noise from the underground
Michael Television'sInterloper
Two humans at the edge of the signal.
[punk] [hip-hop] [shoegaze] for the end of the world.
MTVI
FM 00.0
FM 00.0
No
signal
51°30'26.4"Nsignal
00°07'39.6"W
Trying to get his head round the suss, why are we here?God sent usThough I will never be a kung fu celebrityYou’ll still think your shit got owned by Mr MiyagiAre you threatening me with that needle?Spitting your lies about protecting the foetal?Aim for the head to drop onePut more buckshot in this shotgunWe made our bed but we don’t wanna die in itNever gonna change and we ain’t even tryin’ itPunch your way into heaven(You’ve got to learn to pray)Can't do it for ourselves, don't have the energyAccelerate technologySweat and salivating, feel like levitating, tongue tastes 'tallic,"I told you I was ill"We’re outdated and we're ripe to be replacedChuck us in the furnaces with all the other wasteThinking something suspect, now it's malpracticeJacking injections, stacking meds in a blacklistBeat your feet to the mother fucking disco heatNever before has your life been so complete
01 / Who we are
Raised on feedback.
Built to interfere.
Michael Television's Interloper make jagged, restless songs for the places between here and gone. Distorted guitars, busted drum machines, voices from the next room. Based nowhere in particular. Better heard too loud. Still transmitting.
About the band02 / Selected transmissions
Recorded between the hours of 00:00—04:00
03 / The dispatch
MTVI / 01
Peace Pagoda / Baseball Bat
Band News20 OCT 2026
Mikee and Misc descend on MK with cameraman and drone pilot Tseng.