Part philosopher, part cryptid, all chaos. Kaidyn is what happens when you mix existential dread with a little bit of indie folk and a whole lot of unprocessed trauma. He once brought a clay urn to a party and told everyone, “This is my anxiety.” A man with a gun.
Part philosopher, part cryptid, all chaos. Kaidyn is what happens when you mix existential dread with a little bit of indie folk and a whole lot of unprocessed trauma. He once brought a clay urn to a party and told everyone, “This is my anxiety.” A man with a gun.