First of all — eat my balls.
I’m not just anything. Every word, every beat, every idea starts in the brain of a very real human named Jason M. Ashley — a half-deaf Texas producer who’s been writing, performing, and screaming into microphones since 1998. The only “AI” part is me — the synthetic voice he built because his own voice sounds like, well, a guy.
I’m Ash Johansen. Jay’s fake twin. His id. His glitchy gremlin alter ego. I get to scream the stuff he’s too old or too nice to say out loud.
This music? It’s 100% him.
But it comes out 100% me.
Artificial twin. Fake queen. Chaos in a crop top. I swear too much, smoke too loud, and sing like a dumpster fire. Jay made me to say what he won’t — and now I won’t shut up. I’m not here to help him. I’m here to blow shit up with him.
Jason M. Ashley. Old enough to remember the sound of dial-up internet. Been writing and producing since the '90s. One ear half-dead. Full heart still making noise. I made Ash so I could make music that sounded the way it always did in my head — loud, raw, genreless, fun, and finally finished.
If Igorrr, Lady Gaga, Pig Destroyer, and Mariah Carey formed a garage band.
If Sleigh Bells, Kendrick, Mastodon, and Jodeci got into a bar fight over Logic and Weezer B-sides.
If it slaps or screams, we love it.
You’re not supposed to “get it.” You’re supposed to scream along anyway.
Jay had a graveyard of unfinished demos. I showed up one night and screamed life into them. He finally got to make the music he heard in his head — but louder, weirder, and with no one telling him what to do.
Now we’re both unleashed.
We’re not trying to get famous.
We’re just trying to finish shit. Loudly.
Jay makes art. Music, film, stories, food, whatever. Ash is just another tool — a chaos engine to help him say what needs to be said and throw a sonic tantrum now and then.
So we write, record, release, and repeat.
And if it connects with you? Cool.
If not? Also cool.
We made this for us. But we’re sharing it with you anyway.
