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Dead Channel isn’t bound to a single format. Sometimes you’ll get a long-form manifesto dressed as a review, other times just a short broadcast — a book that derailed a week, a record that infected a grow room, a news bite mutated into paranoia. This is not about covering culture; it’s about metabolizing it, composting it, and throwing the scraps back into the soil. The channel is dead but the noise lives. And through that noise, Middle Finger Genetics sketches a crooked map of what inspires, disgusts, and fuels us. If you want clean lines and polite reviews, look elsewhere. If you want to hear the music bleeding through the walls of the tent, the sermons muttered during late feedings, the outlaw gospel of resin and feedback — stay tuned to Dead Channel Dispatches.