im not building a brand or chasing a market, im just filling the space between the noise & the end of the line
im simply screaming into the ether because the capacity to articulate your own reality is the only freedom left & the first thing they look to dismantle.
my work is the sonic debris of a life lived in the margins, the wreckage of personal history, ,i ndustrial decay & the cold sharp truth that gets kinda ugly sometimes. i use the tools at hand...i got an old strat, a sexy Barracuda bass, an old piano thats forgiving, & an electric violin to dissect, not to decorate, my life. the world i live in.
these songs are my testimony, unedited, visceral, & unapologetic. i have a voice & i am using it before the signal is severed if they take the air or the ability to speak. they will have already missed the archive
evrything you hear is the sound of me refusing to be erased
this is an autopsy of the modern experience & the sanctity of the unfiltered human spirit