pony

I spent most of my teen years learning to tear my throat open in basements before i even knew what vocal health was Now at 35 my scream isn't just noise it’s a masterclass in technical maturity and scar tissue While my peers chased trends and moved on to easier lives I stayed in the red refining a frequency that the mainstream was never meant to handle Im not a success story by the industry's standards I am the white noise they can’t ignore a lifer who traded fame for a frequency that cuts like a jagged knife I have been blowing out PAs since i was fifteen a nobody in a black tank top who never looked for a way out of the underground While the world was looking for the next big thing i was busy perfecting a technical decay that’s part math-core grit and full metal madness