R A Z: The Glitch Witch Who Rage Quit the Algorithm
Before she became Faewave’s most wanted woman, R A Z was just another marketing casualty — stuck in meetings, deleting her own ideas. Now she’s the feral muse of the underground: half-pop-star, half-mythic meltdown. With her nails painted like warning signs and lyrics that flirt with oblivion, she’s turned rage into ritual and heartbreak into a kind of weaponised charm.
The following conversation took place somewhere in the static — part coffee shop, part confession booth. The recorder barely survived.
Q: So, R A Z. You’ve been called “post-pirate,” “digital feral,”, "riot-nympth" even “the sound of Tumblr in heat.” How would you describe what you do?
R A Z: (laughs) Jesus, who writes those? I just make noise ‘til it feels like truth. Sometimes it’s sex, sometimes it’s grief, sometimes it’s both in a red slinky dress. I’m not trying be the internet’s emotional support goblin. I’m just showing teeth and heart. That's the point right?
Q: There’s a real… danger to your music. It’s erotic, but also kind of tragic. Is that intentional?
R A Z: Everything’s tragic if you do it right. Lust, heartbreak, capitalism — they all rot pretty. I want my songs to smell like perfume spilled on an old VHS tape. You press play and it bleeds nostalgia.
Q: You used to work in marketing, right? What made you walk away?
R A Z: Oh, that. Yeah. I got tired of pretending to believe in “brand synergy.” I was selling sparkle dust for people who hated art... most of them hated life mate. One morning I just… didn’t log in. Spent the day painting my nails black and recording RAGE QUIT in my kitchen. It was cheaper than therapy and louder. I'd just split with my ex and gone on a huge bender, flood gates were open.
Q: You mention RAGE QUIT — it’s aggressive but also heartbreakingly feminine. Who were you talking to?
R A Z: Myself, mostly. And maybe the ghosts of everyone who told me to behave. It’s about reclaiming the tantrum. Women aren’t allowed to rage without it being called hysteria. Fine. Then I’ll be hysterical and hot.
Q: There’s a lot of mythology tied to Faewave and The Endless Chronicles. Where does R A Z fit into that world?
R A Z: I’m the glitch in their glamour. The one smoking behind the palace while the Fae debate metaphysics. I write their tabloid. It’s all connected — myth and modem, heartbreak and hard drives. I kind of recall Tengushee's work way back and it's just evolved and evolved. He was right then, he's right now.
Q: Your fans describe you as “chaotic good,” but your lyrics read more like “horny neutral.” Fair?
R A Z: (grins) I’ll take that. Alignment charts are for paladins. I’m just vibing between sin and salvation depending on Wi-Fi strength. The latest single is basically just me doing exactly what a lot of people told me not to do. Singing about things like that, real urges, well, a lot of people can't handle it can they? All talk. No walk.
Q: People online say you’re intimidating. You think that’s true?
R A Z: Only if they’re cowards. I’m five-foot-three and allergic to bullshit. If that scares you, maybe it should.
Q: What does success look like to you now?
R A Z: A bassline, a bad influence, and the rent paid. I don’t want fame, I want infamy with good lighting.
Q: Final question — what do you want people to feel when they hear your music?
R A Z: Like they’ve just kissed someone they shouldn’t and liked it.
