I am they/them grandson. I make paranoia music that tends to be very chaotic. There are many horrors stuck inside my head, I attempt to free them by channeling their energy into the sounds. The sounds haunt me, I cant get rid of them. I make collages with the sounds that stick to me. I mostly use archival media to construct my songs.

I don’t expect people to listen to or enjoy my music. I make songs not for the audience but for myself, making music and releasing the terrors is cathartic for me if others appreciate the horrors that’s on them. The sound collages I make are largely based on my reality and therefore tie heavily in to themes of queerness, anarchism, and disability.

I made my own religion called ourobussism to explain the realities of my psychotic existence. I worship the loops I find and lose myself in the loops the ourobussy has brought me pain, healing, love and loss. I will never see all the loops and neither will you.