Born from the darkest parts of the mind of Carnage -/- Cluster, it started as an outlet — but quickly morphed into something far more volatile. A playground for chaos. A breeding ground for broken machines and failed experiments that somehow still breathe. Noisj operates in the shadows of convention, where distortion is language and structure is suspicion.
Noisj doesn't follow genres. It mutilates them. There are no templates, no formulas, no safety nets. Just distortion, collapse, and raw emotion — often ugly, always real. Predictability is poison. Clean structure is the enemy. Perfection is a lie.
This is for the ones who embrace dissonance. Who'd rather burn than conform. Noisj is not a brand. Its a wound. And it never heals.