The band’s dreamy troublemaker, Moran Young sings like she’s flirting with the moon and draws posters like tomorrow got cancelled. A tiny art-school mystic with a big guitar and an even bigger plan to fly away from everything.

Moran Joo writes lyrics like diary entries that accidentally become revolutions. Romantic, responsible, and quietly dramatic, she carries her family, her poems, and a bass guitar—as if one shoulder wasn’t enough.

Moran Jin doesn’t talk much, but her drum machine has opinions. A punk-hearted sound collector who turns subway noise, radio static, and market chaos into beats that sound like Seoul rolling its eyes.