Some albums are written. Others are clawed out of the wreckage of a life that tried to end before it truly began. The Dysphoria Riot is the latter.

For years, Jynx deLygh has been a ghost in the machine of Austin’s underground, a specter haunting the stages with a mission. This album is the culmination of a methodical, years-long pilgrimage across the city’s sonic landscape, collaborating with a collective of Austin’s fiercest bands to build a cathedral of sound big enough to hold the chaos of a life in transition.

This is not a collection of songs; it is a survival guide burned onto a CD. It is the requiem for the girl Jynx was told she couldn’t be, and the war cry of the woman who fought her way into existence anyway. Here, you will find the needle scars and the bottle rockets, the graves of friends lost to the darkness, and the raw, bleeding nerve of dysphoria.

But most of all, The Dysphoria Riot is a sledgehammer aimed at the "conservative machine." It is a sonic uprising against the MAGA wave, a two-fisted rebellion against fascism, and a middle finger to every hater who believes the LGBTQIA+ community is going to fade away. We aren't going anywhere. We are rioting.