THE END CAME. THE VOLUME WENT UP.
HEAVY
METAL
FOR A DEAD
WORLD.
Original wasteland metal. Unfiltered Commonwealth broadcasts. One very suspicious man behind the microphone. This is Plague Radio, and the Institute isn't invited.

45 TRACKS // ONE UNBROKEN ROTATION
TUNE IN TO
THE INFECTION.
The amps are on. Start Plague Radio for a continuous loop of the entire collection, or choose your own track from the music library.
NOT YOUR GRANDPARENTS' RADIO
THE WASTELAND
HITS BACK.
Original riffs from the end of the world. Play a song, meet its artwork, or surrender the dial to the full Plague Radio rotation.
They're Already Here
Bullets, Bombs and Broken Dreams
POSTERS FROM THE END OF THE WORLD
LOOKS LIKE
THE APOCALYPSE.
Radioactive posters, wasteland transmissions, and heavy-metal visuals from the station’s archive. Get a closer look at the signal that refuses to die.
BREAKING THROUGH THE STATIC
THIS IS NOT
A NORMAL
RADIO STATION.
Between the riffs, Mister The Plague delivers warnings, outrageous advertisements and dispatches from a Commonwealth where nothing is quite what it seems.
MEET YOUR QUESTIONABLY RELIABLE HOSTINSTITUTE WATCH
Synth suspicions, hidden surveillance and a very reasonable distrust of the fellow standing next to you.
WASTELAND WARNINGS
Public service announcements from a voice who may know something. Or may have simply been awake for three days.
COMMONWEALTH COMMERCIALS
In-universe sponsors, unlikely products and the fine art of selling something after the end of the world.

IS A FEATURE.
PARANOID. LOUD. PROBABLY RIGHT.
MISTER
THE PLAGUE.
“WAKE UP, COMMONWEALTH!”
A late-night pirate-radio maniac armed with analog equipment, a microphone, and an unhealthy amount of information about the Institute. He plays the loudest original metal he can find, then interrupts it to warn you about ravens, teddy bears and the people who might not be people at all.
Is he right? Hard to say. Should you keep listening? Absolutely.
THE COMMONWEALTH
IS YOUR CONCERT.
Bring Plague Radio into Fallout 4 with the original station mod. Tune in through your Pip-Boy to hear music, commentary, in-universe ads and Mister The Plague's increasingly urgent warnings.
NEED SOMETHING SLOWER?
When the amps cool down, slip into the smoky after-hours sound of Goodneighbor Blues.