From Bleachers to Breezy is a soundtrack to growing up and getting gone. Written in the space between small-town Friday nights and city fire escapes, Anni IllaNoise blends alt-pop, Americana, and raw teenage poetry into stories about love, loss, and leaving things behind.

From Bleachers To Breezy

3 tracks from my first album. This album was written whilst I was living in Watseka and desperate to leave my small home town and move to Chicago.

Burning Barns & Bridges - Sampler

My first EP after releasing 2 indie albums. These songs encapsulate some of the different experiences I have had since moving to the windy city of Chicago. I now finally feel I belong here.

The Side Eye EP

This EP is about the chaos and comedy of modern love — friendships, flings, blurred lines, and the way we laugh at our own messes to survive them. It’s playful, sharp-tongued alt-pop with hooks that sting and soothe at the same time.

Girls Who Get It EP

Twelve songs about running, remembering, and becoming. Grit, heartbreak, and hope - sung from the edges of small-town silence.

This Ain't My First Rodeo

Goodbye Watseka

I Run The Red

Mixed Signals

I'm Breezy

Outside Of The Box

Songs We Never Sang

These Are The Letters I Never Sent

Girl In The Bleachers

I wrote this at dawn, after an all-nighter of writing, when I was so sleep-deprived I didn’t know if the voice in my head was inspiration, mania, or something holy. It’s about that line where art feels like prayer, but you’re not sure who’s answering. It’s the EP’s most vulnerable track, and maybe the truest.

Is That God In My Head?

Breezy

This is pure catharsis. It started from an actual neighbor banging on the wall during a late-night writing session, and it spiraled into a bigger metaphor: my life’s too loud for people who want me small. If my existence is a noise complaint, I’ll keep turning the volume up.

Noise Complaint

This one’s me roasting myself. I talk like a therapist half the time — overanalyzing, labeling, spiraling. It’s tongue-in-cheek but also real: I wanted to admit I’m a mess, and sometimes that self-awareness makes me impossible to be around. So why not sing it?

Therapy Talk (I'm Self Aware)

Breezy Days

I wanted to capture that weird, blurry space where it’s not love, not nothing, but definitely something. No labels, no promises, just vibes and confusion. It’s messy and addictive, and it leaves you humming “what are we?” long after.

Situationships

I was tired of the looks people give when you dare to be too much. Too loud, too dressed up, too different. This track is me laughing at those glances and flipping them into power. It’s the sound of shrugging, smirking, and walking taller.

Stop Givin’ Me The Side Eye

This came out of a late-night walk home when the street felt alive — neon, noise, laughter spilling out of bars, strangers shouting across the avenue. It’s a love letter to the chaos and pulse of Chicago nights, equal parts dangerous and electric.

Chicago Pop'd

Milwaukee Avenue

Young teen me used to watch movies and wish I could be the girl who takes up the whole screen. Now I’m learning to write my own story. This song is playful but serious: a reminder that you’re allowed to center yourself in your own life.

Main Character

This one’s a sisterhood anthem. It’s for every girl who’s been side-eyed, underestimated, or dismissed — and who finds power in knowing she’s not alone. “Girls who get it, get it” is more than a meme to me; it’s a survival code.

Girls Who Get It

A Voicemail From The Past

Half-joking, half-tragic — the way we gaslight ourselves into believing someone’s into us because it’s easier than facing the truth. I wrote it after catching myself building castles out of crumbs. It’s self-aware but also tender: sometimes delusion feels safer than reality.

Delulu

This song’s about patience - the kind that hurts a little. It’s about knowing what you want, but not being ready for it yet, and trying to grow into the person who deserves it. I wrote it after realising that healing doesn’t happen on anyone else’s schedule, and sometimes love needs space more than promises.

Give Me Time

Sunday Kind of Love

I wrote this after watching two people promise forever and then quietly fall apart. It made me think about how some moments, especially reckless late-night ones, end up outlasting the feelings that created them.
I have always been fascinated by permanence in a world that changes fast. Ink does not care if you move on; it just sits there, proof that once you believed in something.
This song came from that mix of nostalgia and embarrassment, the way a tattoo can still make you smile even when it hurts. It is about how love fades, memory blurs, but the mark stays, and somehow that can still feel like hope.

Matching Tattoos

Alt-Americana storyteller raised in rural Illinois now living in Chicago. Please connect with me: https://linktr.ee/anniillanoise

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