It’s spelled STUYEDEYED. Pronounced “Sty-Dyed”. No, we didn’t originally intend on giving you a headache, but any type of comfort removed is always refreshing. This band was born in a basement in the neighborhood of Bed-Stuy in Brooklyn, NY.
It’s all about perspective. Songs that stem from growing up on welfare and section 8, trying to break free from a system that is systemically oppressive against us. Trying to find weight in the existence of right now and not what others dictate for us.
We don’t make music for the cool guy. Our songs aren’t for the self important people drinking cocktails at a bar in a neighborhood they have no respect for. Our shows aren’t for the people who live for just being seen. We are not here to validate validation for the social ladder.
We are loud. It’s fuzzed out. Teetering on the brink of falling apart, but never allowing it to. There is a weight, there is a groove, and there is a message. We stop and we start. Find comfort in the uncomfortable.
As for the “we” in this industry mandated biography that I hijacked to give it to you straight from the source, here is the band: Humberto Genao on bass, Luis Ruelas on drums, and Nelson Antonio Hernandez-Espinal (me) on guitar and vocals.
Get up front. Free yourselves. Fuck the bullshit. No one is cool. No one is special. Preach love. Fight for yourselves, the marginalized, and the disenfranchised. Accept everyone for who they are. Give in. Be here. Right now.