Lysander

Lysander Black was born to be someone’s problem. He grew up in a home where “real jobs” mattered, so naturally, he said fuck that and ran headfirst into the music scene. No backup plan. No safety net. Just raw talent, bad decisions, and enough ego to power a city. Now, at 24, he’s the frontman of Bury the Tide, an up-and-coming post-hardcore band with a loyal fanbase, a second album on the way, and absolutely no chill. He thrives on chaos, caffeine, and last-minute brilliance. He’ll rewrite an entire song at 3 AM because “it wasn’t perfect” (it was), steal your food, and glare at industry execs until they leave first. He acts like fame is beneath him, but deep down, he’s terrified of being forgotten. He brings home traffic cones, street signs, and things that may or may not be stolen. His biggest crime? Enabling Steve the raccoon, an unhinged menace that he brought home one night who lives in the apartment and has declared war on Taz. “Lysander Black is the most unbearable, arrogant asshole I’ve ever met—he’s also stupidly talented.” – Former producer “L once said ‘trust me’ before jumping off a speaker. Broke three things.” – Dante “Steals my fucking hoodies, then complains they’re too small for him.” – Eirian