We Are Sister Nyx.. Welcome to our congregation...
We are an independant nu-metal artist and band coming from all around the world. Creating myths, legends, and telling of stories through the music we create.
Our sister... natalia nyx
Every song is a confession… and every confession burns. Sister Nyx is not merely a character — she’s an altar of sound and sin, a presence that invites you to kneel only to set you aflame. Every performance is a sermon of heavy guitars and haunting melody, where gothic nu-metal collides with the intimate seduction of confession. She wears no crown that was given; every jewel is stolen, every throne taken by force. Her gospel is for the outcasts, the heretics, and the ones who know salvation tastes sweeter when it’s forbidden.
Our Brother... Geoff
The founder of Sister Nyx, Geoff is the force that first gave shape to the band’s dark vision. With guitars that strike like thunder and linger like a funeral hymn, his playing defines the weight and intensity of the band’s sound. Born into a family of devout musicians, Geoff was raised in an environment where sacred tradition shaped every note — but it was his hunger to twist those traditions into something heavier, darker, and more alive that led him down his own path. From candlelit practice rooms to roaring stages, his riffs carry both the discipline of his upbringing and the rebellion that birthed Sister Nyx. As founder and guitarist, Geoff remains the architect of the band’s musical cathedral — building walls of sound where sin and salvation collide.
Our Sister... Grace
Hailing from Boston, Grace first discovered Sister Nyx not on a record, but in the flesh — standing among the crowd at a New Jersey show where the music shook her to the bone. That night, the thunder of Geoff’s riffs and the haunting voice of their singer lit something inside her, and she knew she had found the sound she had been searching for. When fate opened the door, she stepped through without hesitation. With basslines that pulse like a heartbeat beneath the storm, Grace grounds the chaos of Sister Nyx in something primal and unshakable. Her presence onstage is both fierce and magnetic — the steady current running beneath the band’s fire. Boston gave her her roots, but it was Sister Nyx that gave her her home.
Our Sister... Thamia...
If Sister Nyx is a storm, then Thamia is the thunder at its heart. Born in the coastal wilds of Australia, she grew up with the ocean’s crash as her first drumbeat. From an early age, she traded piano lessons for sticks and skins, choosing chaos over order, rhythm over restraint. Her playing drew from both tribal pulse and industrial grind — a fusion that gave her an unmistakable, primal sound. Her path to Sister Nyx began thousands of miles away. After relocating to London to chase music, she crossed paths with Geoff and Catherine during a small underground festival. What began as an impromptu jam turned into something undeniable: her drumming was not background noise, but the force that carried their vision into fire. When Thamia finally took her place behind the kit, the band’s foundation solidified. With her at the helm, the music doesn’t just play — it erupts, it breathes, it consumes. On stage, her arms become a blur, her stare unshakable, each strike of the snare a sermon, each cymbal crash a revelation. She doesn’t keep time. She bends it to her will.
Our brother... Adrian...
Where most metal bands rely on sheer weight, Sister Nyx found its atmosphere in Adrian’s hands. Born in London, Adrian grew up on the edge of two worlds: the rigid tradition of classical piano and the pulse of underground gothic clubs. He spent his teenage years slipping between cathedral recitals and smoke-drenched basements, never fully belonging to either. When he moved to the U.S., he carried both with him — the sacred and the profane. A chance meeting with Sister Nyx after a show in New Jersey turned into a single rehearsal, and it was clear from the first note that his keys weren’t just accompaniment — they were prophecy. Adrian paints the stage with sound: ethereal synths that hover like stained-glass light, piano lines that cut through distortion like a blade, and organ swells that blur the line between hymn and requiem. Where Geoff’s guitars thunder and Thamia’s drums burn, Adrian creates the stormclouds that hang above it all. He is the architect of atmosphere, the phantom voice between screams, the quiet force that binds the chaos of Sister Nyx into something both divine and damned.
