Baroness Bafflin’ (First of Her Name, Last at the Buffet) is a semi-imaginary broadcast entity presumed to have emerged from a sonic misfire during a séance held in a malfunctioning fax machine. Since tumbling sideways through the audio membrane and landing in the interzone known as Radio Entropy, she has devoted herself to broadcasting the unbroadcastable: field recordings of imaginary insects, forgotten dial-up prayers, quantum delays, and the faint hum of celestial bureaucracy.

Her title: Sound Medium of the Marginalised Frequencies. She resides somewhere between the crackle of untuned radio static and a half-remembered dream involving a haunted biscuit tin. Her presence is usually accompanied by the scent of ozone and unnervingly warm coffee.

A staunch believer in the power of coffee, paradoxes, and formatting errors, the Baroness prefers to operate on frequencies not listed by polite society. Her transmissions are best received with your head tilted slightly to the left, eyes closed, and expectations thoroughly dismantled.

To summon her: whisper into a shell during an eclipse or, failing that, email fnordcast@gmail.com.