narrative-driven romantic with an overclocked imagination & a flair for tragic comedy.

I’m Izzy. Born in ‘85, fueled by white wine, questionable life choices, and an ever-growing collection of cat hair on my clothes.

Wife. Mother. Chaotic music addict with zero genre loyalty.

One second I’m sobbing to Cinderella, the next I’m neck-deep in Déhà-induced existential dread.

Consistency? Never heard of her.

This blog started as my unfiltered journey through the world of metal (and whatever else my brain hyperfixates on at 5 AM). Rants, deep dives, a little photography, and possibly too much information about my undying love for Peter Steele.

But somewhere along the way, more started leaking through.

The feral bits. The fragile ones. The part of me that spirals, grieves, and writes anyway.

So now it’s not just music—it’s everything that moves me.

Every photograph that stares back.

Every half-poem that won’t let me sleep.

Every moment I try to make sense of by screaming into the void and calling it a blog post.

If you’re into riffs, feelings, and beautiful noise—

welcome to the madness.

Grab a drink. Mind the teeth.

And if you're here for the tragic backstory, this is where I trauma-dumped it.