A World That Tries to Silence Them

Hex

Music has always been a part of Hex’s life. “My mom was a singer,” they say, their voice softening slightly. “She was Palestinian, and she met my dad in Jordan—he had a band called Mirage that was big in the Middle East in the late ’80s, early ’90s. She ended up becoming their singer.”

It’s fitting, then, that one of Hex’s most haunting and softening songs, عايدة (Aida) features a sample of their mother’s voice. “That’s her,” they confirm. “The song is named after her. I even have her name tattooed.”

But Hex’s music isn’t just about personal nostalgia—it’s also deeply political. Their latest project has taken on themes of resistance, urgency, and grief in the face of global injustice. “My first album was really personal,” they reflect. “It was about feeling like a small voice, screaming into the void. But then I realized—people were actually listening.”

That shift in perspective transformed the way they approached performing. “At first, I’d be on stage, head down, barely making eye contact,” Hex admits. “Now? I’m pushing into the crowd, getting in people’s faces, making them feel it. Because it’s not just about me anymore. It’s about making people wake up.”

That sense of urgency is especially palpable when they talk about Palestine. “Making music during a genocide changes you,” they say. “I can’t just sit here and make sad, introspective songs when my people are dying. There’s too much at stake.”

Their sound is a blend of shoegaze, witch house, and breakbeats, creating something ethereal yet raw. “I don’t try to fit into any one genre,” Hex shrugs. “I just take what I need to express what I’m feeling.”

Their music is about survival. About carving out a space where their voice can exist, even in a world that tries to erase it. “I don’t make music for anyone else. If someone listens and connects, that’s amazing. But at the end of the day, I make it because I have to.”

And now, more than ever, they are determined to be heard. “I used to just put my emotions into Tumblr poetry,” Hex says with a wry smile. “But now? Now I’m standing on a stage, mic in hand, screaming my truth into the world. And I refuse to be silent.”

Photo credits to Eliot Davidson, and Joe Capone

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