Sub  Lexia is not a label. it is a disturbance.
a frequency beneath speech, a rhythm born in the folds of tongues. not music - but rupture. not words - but af- termath.
we do not make songs. we transmit errors. glitches, stutters, the false-start of thought - this is our native tongue.
we reject streamlined culture, algorithmic sameness, and the hollow metrics of clicks, plays, and curated experience. we reject corporateediocrity disguised as community. we do not aspire to visibility.

sub lexia speaks through dissonance and delay. qur signal is warped.
our speech is slurred, looped, fragmented. in this distortion is liberation.
inspired by the madwoman of the 30’s Else Von Freytag-Loringhoven.
we chew syntax until it bleeds rhythm. we sweat syllables.
we hallucinate from abbyss and export spectral noise in cassette shells, budget vinyl, and unsellable data.

techno, electro, industrial, broken formats.
rituals in signal degradation. poetry for machines and the undead.
sub lexia is not for the dancefloor. it's for the body before it dances.
we do not entertain we interfere. we do not scale. we resist replicacation.
beneath speech, there is always sound. sub lexia transmits from there.