DJ ELECTRA'S CATCH 22 WITH KC DAY is what happens when two public access weirdos in paradise beam a signal into the void—half hoping the aliens answer, half hoping no one does. Hosted by DJ Electra and KC Day—possibly demonic, possibly just animated—it’s a late-night show that lives somewhere between cosmic satire and a breakdown disguised as a good time.

Imagine Space Ghost meets Harvey Birdman, then veers into sex, true crime, internet absurdity, relationships, music, Daisy the Venice Healer, and—of course—cats.

Are they nihilists? Or do they care too much? Hard to say. But they show up every week, unraveling the chaos like it might actually mean something.

It’s free. It’s weird. And if you’ve ever laughed while doomscrolling, you’re already one of us.

ELECTRA'S CATCH 22 WITH KC DAY is what happens when two public access weirdos in paradise beam a signal into the void—half hoping the aliens answer, half hoping no one does. Hosted by DJ Electra and KC Day—possibly demonic, possibly just animated—it’s a late-night show that lives somewhere between cosmic satire and a breakdown disguised as a good time.

Imagine Space Ghost meets Harvey Birdman, then veers into sex, true crime, internet absurdity, relationships, music, Daisy the Venice Healer, and—of course—cats.

Are they nihilists? Or do they care too much? Hard to say. But they show up every week, unraveling the chaos like it might actually mean something.

It’s free. It’s weird. And if you’ve ever laughed while doomscrolling, you’re already one of us.

DJ ELECTRA'S CATCH 22 WITH KC DAY is what happens when two public access weirdos in paradise beam a signal into the void—half hoping the aliens answer, half hoping no one does. Hosted by DJ Electra and KC Day—possibly demonic, possibly just animated—it’s a late-night show that lives somewhere between cosmic satire and a breakdown disguised as a good time.

Imagine Space Ghost meets Harvey Birdman, then veers into sex, true crime, internet absurdity, relationships, music, Daisy the Venice Healer, and—of course—cats.

Are they nihilists? Or do they care too much? Hard to say. But they show up every week, unraveling the chaos like it might actually mean something.

It’s free. It’s weird. And if you’ve ever laughed while doomscrolling, you’re already one of us.