Black metal guitars. Club music drums. Pummeling EBM synths. In the music of Ayegy, disparate elements collide, break apart, and re-form into something beyond the sum of their parts. Over the past half-decade or so, the Pacific Northwest-bred, New York-based artist has been building a body of work that often feels like its own self-contained universe, one where mystical imagery shares space with head pounding kicks.
