Radio Feijoa

Radio Feijoa doesn't announce itself. No jingles, no hype, no endless station IDs. What it does instead is play records, and it does that with a taste level that's genuinely hard to find. The catalog wanders: Soviet-era estrada, the cold-wave gloom of Molchat Doma, Kino's '80s anthems, and newer Russian acts sitting somewhere between indie and electronic. Nobody's tagging half of it properly yet. That unpredictability is the whole appeal. It works. It's radio in Russia the way radio used to work: a human picks the next song, and you either go with it or you don't. Don't expect chart pop or wal…