His production process mirrors this ethos. He composes primarily on a hacked Nintendo 3DS and a 2008 Dell laptop that he insists on keeping unplugged from the internet. “The latency, the glitches, the random crashes—that’s not a bug. That’s the collaborator.” He records vocals in a closet lined with egg-crate foam, but he deliberately introduces digital artifacts: bit-crushing, spectral folding, and what he calls “buffer underrun poetry.”
The fallout was spectacular. He describes coming out as queer at 17, being sent to a “residential program,” and spending his 18th birthday in a motel parking lot with nothing but a backpack and a cracked iPod Nano loaded with The Money Store and Crimson by Alkaline Trio. noah himsa
“I killed Noah three times last year,” he types, then sends a voice note. The voice is low, tired, but sharp. “The first time was ego death. The second was a PR move. The third… the third was real.” His production process mirrors this ethos
“Hyperpop is dead,” he says flatly. “It became a costume. We’re in the post-corruption phase now. I’m not making music for the club. I’m making music for the three hours between 2 AM and 5 AM when you’re refreshing your ex’s Instagram and your chest feels like it’s full of broken glass.” That’s the collaborator