Industrial / Dark electronics / Dark Techno / EBM / Industrial Metal vol 1

No I don’t wanna wear the clothes you wear
Or exactly even do my hair
You lack fashion skills and I don’t care
Leave me lone bitch I’m in my underwear

Keep em coming back for more more more
I like to jiggle on the dance floor
Wide awake and I don’t want more
Drown my sorrows, 6 ft under, HUH

Don’t try to tease me I’m so lonely , don’t control me
hump me, fuck me, squeeze me, I’m so lovely don’t you want me?

I know you think you have it all figured out
You wear you lulus up your ass, so proud.
I wanna party yeah, all night long
Coming home till the crack o’ dawn
I wanna sleep naked in my bed
After getting some wonderous head
You can wake up at 6 am
Ima sleep till my dreams are fed

Bedhead

Avengement

An Overture

Consuming Guilt

Wulfband

Attentat

3, 2, 1, Nein

Poxsey was born under a new moon, when producer Justin Symbol and vocalist Violet began crafting music together. From their first sessions, the duo conjured a darkly enchanting blend of dystopian darkwave, post-punk, and electro-pop—laced with industrial grit and witch house shadows. It's music for the midnight hours: dreamy, raw, and otherworldly.

Poxsey blends the haunted minimalism of Boy Harsher with the glitchy chaos of Crystal Castles and the raw emotion of early Nine Inch Nails.

Poxsey (pronounced Po-zee) carries layered meanings. There’s the eerie nursery rhyme: “Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies”—a reference to flowers strewn on plague-era graves. There’s the sting of being called a poser, the ache of feeling like an outcast even among outsiders. And there’s pox itself: a symbol of plague, curse, and rot.

True to its name, Poxsey is both cutesy and cursed—delicate as a flower petal, yet jarring and confrontational like a mass grave. Each song tells a story: sometimes grotesque, always honest. And in that brutal honesty, a fragile, fleeting beauty is born.

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