The Nobody Project: Voices Without Faces
Nobody knows where The Nobody Project started. The first track just appeared—an MP3 circulating in activist forums, passed from phone to phone, inbox to inbox.
The sound was raw, urgent, like something recorded in a basement studio with the walls closing in. The lyrics weren’t just songs—they were messages, scrawled across city walls, whispered at protests, embedded in coded leaks. Then came another song. And another. Continue reading