Fueled by adrenaline and gasoline - I’m your best nightmare and your worst heartbreak.

I grew up in New Tokyo, a city filled with blood, bass, and burnout.

At a young age, I got locked up in the local asylum.. like i was destined to cause chaos on the world...

They were absolutely right.

I escaped in a stolen RX-7, engine screaming louder than the patients. I left nothing but tire marks and urban legends about me. Some say u can still hear the sound of me drifting through those halls at 3am.

Now I hide in the cracks of New Tokyo and haunt the city with my music.

Some say u won’t see anything at all before I appear,  just the flash of a blade and the sound of tires screeching.

I started making music because nothing else in this city was loud enough. Not the sirens. Not the engines. Not the screaming.

I want to be the soundtrack of the apocalypse.

Phonk and Techno are the only things that feel real. They’re dirty. They’re dangerous and fast enough to rip through everything people are too scared to say out loud.

I only care about three things: