Present
3LO now broadcasts as 774 ABC Melbourne, providing a mix of local and national news, talkback and current affairs and sports programming. During part of the day it is also identified as 774 ABC Melbourne and ABC Victoria, as much of its content is also heard on other stations in the ABC Local Radio network in Victoria. It is also available through online streaming.
3LO's 774 kHz transmitter is located in Delahey, 20 km north-west of Melbourne's central business district. The station broadcasts at a power of 50,000 watts, covering the majority of Victoria, and one of two transmitters using the callsign 3LO, the other being at Marengo on 89.5 MHz with an EIRP of about 327 watts serving the Apollo bay area.
774 ABC Melbourne currently live broadcasts during events in a media partners or radio outside broadcasts of Gardening Australia Expo, Melbourne International Comedy Festival, C31 Melbourne Antenna Awards, Royal Melbourne Show, Royal Geelong Show, & more.
The station is housed in the ABC Southbank Centre, which has four levels incorporating ABC Local Radio, ABC Radio National, ABC Classic FM, Triple J, ABC Dig Music, Radio Australia, Australia Network, ABC News and Current Affairs, & ABC TV.
774 ABC Melbourne is an official Emergency Services Broadcaster, a role it notably filled during the Black Saturday bushfires and recovery in 2009.
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