I have reached a point in life where radio is almost wholly confined to the public broadcaster's news service. FM radio never appealed, and the constant rotation of 'golden oldies' on most stations here, is nausea inducing. By my estimate, there's a fixed quota of Fleetwood Murk and Phil Collins, set by statute, that requires them to be played every twelve and a half minutes, ad breaks not included.
I ceased engaging with the alt radio stations I listened to as a callow youth largely because my musical tastes have considerably expanded rather than diminished and besides the people that drive about with PBS and 3RRR stickers adorning their vehicles are invariably cunts in my experience.
I'm perfectly aware that shite dominates the airwaves and/or Spotify/ Apple Music playlists of every generation. I have two teenage children to remind me that this is true to this very day. Google Melanie or Brotherhood of Man if you are brave enough and beneath the age of fifty. However, as someone whose formative years as both teen and young man took place in the 1980s, perhaps I feel it more keenly. I imbibed heavily of music, some good some bad. Supermarkets tend to go heavy on
the bad bits.