Vocals / Screams
Born into a world that never listened, H3xx found his voice in feedback and fury. A walking contradiction — part philosopher, part wrecking ball — he grew up surrounded by decay: broken homes, failed systems, lost people. Now stylized as H3xx, the name is a glitch, a symbol of both his past and the digital ghost he’s become.
Lyrically, he blends spoken-word venom with gut-punch hooks. He doesn’t scream to sound angry — he screams because silence kills. His stage presence is volatile: one moment he’s whispering something that’ll break your heart, the next he’s tearing into a wall of distortion like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say.
Behind the mic, H3xx is haunted. He writes about abandonment, loss, reprogramming your pain — and somehow makes it beautiful. His journal was once 900 pages of ink and blood. Now, it’s been uploaded into CH1PS.
