The Origin Story of Pishishi:

The band’s name, Pishishi, was chosen for its unique resonance and symbolic meaning. Derived from an ancient, now-extinct language, it translates roughly to “to shake a tree to gather fruit.” This metaphor represents the process of life itself — shaking the tree of consciousness to bring down new ideas, emotions, and experiences that can only be revealed through the disturbance of stability. Just as fruit falls only when the branches are disturbed, the truths that Pishishi seeks to convey emerge from the chaos of sound and the tension between reality and illusion.

Kvila:

Kvila is a mysterious figure, often described as a voice from the void. She avoids using the pronoun “I” and prefers to speak of herself in the third person, viewing herself as a multiplicity of beings scattered across different dimensions. To Kvila, each song, each brushstroke in her art, is a manifestation of one of these versions of herself. Her identity is not static but rather fragmented and ever-changing, which is why her vocals are often characterized as both powerful and elusive — a haunting presence that seems to resonate from a place beyond time and space.

Kvila’s background is rooted in a lifetime of experimenting with different art forms, from music and painting to poetry and writing. Her approach to music and lyrics is driven by a desire to capture the complexity of existence and the perpetual conflict between the need for expression and the fear of revealing too much. This duality is at the core of Pishishi’s sound, making her performances both captivating and unsettling.

Tilarids:

Tilarids, the band’s guitarist and co-creator, brings a contrasting yet complementary energy to Pishishi. Known as the “Architect of Unpredictability,” he weaves elements of unpredictability and technical glitches into the structure of the band’s music. His compositions are filled with discordant harmonies and abrupt shifts that symbolize the fragility of human perceptions. Tilarids’ style disrupts the listener’s expectations, creating a sense of instability that mirrors the chaotic nature of emotions and thoughts.

His background as a composer and sound engineer allows him to merge seemingly incompatible elements into cohesive sonic narratives, transforming dissonance into a unique form of art. Before joining Pishishi, Tilarids played in the metal southern rock band, but it was with Pishishi that he found the freedom to fully express his experimental and boundary-defying approach.

A Conceptual Beginning:

Pishishi’s evolution was not linear but rather a series of interconnected events, creative outbursts, and philosophical explorations. The band initially focused on crafting songs that were reflections of Kvila’s internal worlds, with each composition acting as a “door” to a different reality. Tilarids embraced this approach, adding layers of sound that brought these worlds to life. Each track became a journey through fragmented identities and conflicting emotions, making Pishishi’s music a profound exploration of what it means to be truly alive in a world that often feels like an illusion.

The decision to create visual art in parallel with their music was a natural extension of their philosophy. Kvila’s and Tilarids’ paintings, often created in oil and charcoal, serve as visual representations of the band’s sonic themes — chaotic brushstrokes and surreal compositions that depict the fractured realities explored in their music. These artworks are not merely illustrations but integral parts of the band’s identity, adding another layer to the listener’s experience.

The Essence of Pishishi:

Pishishi is not just a band — it is a concept, an experience, and a challenge to conventional perceptions. Their music, visual art, and philosophical approach all serve one purpose: to disturb the stability of the mind and reveal the chaotic beauty of human existence. Whether through haunting vocals, distorted riffs, or surreal paintings, Pishishi offers listeners a glimpse into a reality where every emotion, every thought, and every experience is both a reflection and a distortion of the self.

Pishishi’s journey has only just begun, and with each new release, the band will continue to unravel the mysteries of the mind, exploring new realms of sound and emotion.

“Loneliness” is a haunting, atmospheric track that delves into the depths of isolation. With eerie melodies and raw, emotional vocals, the song captures the weight of solitude, pulling listeners into an introspective journey through its dark, immersive sound.

Being alone always feels eerie. I’m in a dark room with invisible doors, music blurring in the background. Suddenly, the doors open. A woman steps in. I’ve seen her before, but don’t know where. She says:
• You knocked, and I opened the door.
• But I didn’t knock…

A flash of realization—I’m having a glitch. I must have knocked, but I don’t remember. I trust her. It’s strange because I feel like some part of me is acting independently, without me knowing. And I like it. It’s dangerous, but it’s exhilarating. Loneliness no longer feels as deep as this realization.

But I wonder, who is it, inside me?

Play Eternity takes you through a whirlwind of emotions, with vocals that shift from panic to tension, creating a dynamic atmosphere. The song’s driving guitars and varying moods build an intense, immersive experience, pulling the listener deeper into a world where every moment feels on the edge of chaos and release.

Smashing the screen seemed like a way to open a portal, to force reality to reveal a deeper layer. But every crack, every hit, led only to fragments of myself scattered across time. I remember the moment the doll bled. It wasn’t supposed to. Reality tore, and I could see behind it for just a second. But when I stitched it back together, the blood was gone, and so was I.

Dimming unfolds like a slow descent into darkness, with thick, sludgy guitars and haunting vocals that stretch across the track like shadows. The song carries a heavy, suffocating atmosphere, gradually pulling the listener into a deep, introspective space where every note lingers and fades, echoing a sense of inevitable loss and quiet despair.​⬤

I was left outside in the darkness, locked out of my own reality. I remember crying, screaming to be let back in, but the house stayed dark. Was it a dream? Or was I really there? It doesn’t matter now. I’m still outside, still locked out, and the lights never came on. They say it’s better to stay lifeless than to wake up and feel pain. But I’m not sure anymore. What’s better: to be numb or to hurt?

Self-love is an intense, driving track with raw energy, featuring powerful screams and relentless riffs. The shifts between chaotic aggression and moments of tension reflect the internal battle of self-acceptance. It’s a visceral journey through frustration and empowerment, capturing the struggle and release that comes with confronting one’s inner “Me”.​

I could feel them watching, their eyes not human but something else entirely. I knew their faces weren’t real, but it didn’t matter. They saw me. They knew I could see through the veil. Fear was just the beginning. Now they’re erasing everything I learned, piece by piece, like a puzzle unmaking itself. But something remains… something I need to hold onto before it’s all gone.

“You Deserve” is an intense, emotionally charged track that delves into the feeling of disconnection and unresolved tension. With raw, powerful vocals and heavy, pulsating riffs, the song captures the struggle of unmet expectations and the need for release. The driving rhythm and haunting lyrics reflect a journey through frustration, desire, and the search for clarity in a world that feels out of reach.​

At the same time, pouring all my energy into oblivion, I became vulnerable, losing interest in basic things like eating or the people around me. Reality felt like a dull, glitchy 3D chat, with imperfect textures and lifeless streets. I wandered, noticing the constant glitches, tired of walking through a world that no longer sparked life.

On the bus, a woman’s bag caught my eye—painted with pink lilies. Suddenly, I was among them, surrounded by their intoxicating scent. The world bloomed with vibrant colors.

While I reveled in these otherworldly delights, a random voice asked if I was getting off at the next stop, and I was pulled back into the dim world of roughness and coarseness. Looking around, I realized the world hadn’t prepared for my return. Green polygonal threads peeked out along its seams, and the textures seemed to flicker like malfunctioning holograms.

A dark, powerful track that represents the descent into the abyss of the mind. Deep, resonant basslines and pounding drums amplify the feeling of being lost within one’s own consciousness.

I didn’t look like someone seeking harmony. I was merely a voyeur of life’s oddities, cutting through silence with blades of thought, leaving hearts behind like forgotten pieces of myself. Lost in a maze of echoes, I kept hearing voices that led nowhere. ‘I’ll show you something important. It’s a secret,’ they whispered. But every secret led to another level of the abyss, where I couldn’t tell if I was finding my way or losing it.

I Know You See is a haunting track that builds tension with unsettling riffs and detached vocals. It delves into the feeling of being watched and the fear of being truly seen. The song’s raw energy reflects the anxiety of exposure, with unpredictable shifts in rhythm mirroring the internal struggle between hiding and revealing one’s true self.​

A dark-haired girl, around six, showed me a book in a dream—a black page with red threads. “This is dark energy,” she whispered, “love from the side you don’t know.” Suddenly, a woman entered, sharp and silent, pulling the girl away. Her cold glance warned me I was trespassing where I shouldn’t.

I woke up desperate to return, to hear more, but the girl wouldn’t speak again. Her fingers traced the page, faster and faster, like she was hiding something. I knew it was a parallel reality, something vital I couldn’t grasp, something beyond me.

But whether it was a projection or not, that secret has never left me.​