VIER - IIII, a project by: Machinedrum x Thys x Holly x Salvador Breed.
Across its eleven tracks, 'IIII' dissolves borders between breakbeat, trap-
meets-gabber, skippy UK shu ffl e, halftime, jungle and cinematic
electronica, music that shifts from serious voltage to full-colour
euphoria. What ties it together is philosophy, not genre.
The group's working method began playfully in the studio with a ten-
minute egg timer: each member would sketch for ten minutes, then
pass it on. That rule became a ritual, a way to keep things human,
spontaneous and shared. In VIER, every track passes through four sets
of hands; every decision is a test of trust. What could have been chaos
instead became a fl ow state, a cycle of surrender and discovery
thatde fi nes their sound.
Following singles such as Frankfurt, Control, Where Were You, Solitu and
Vai Pulando, 'IIII' stands as VIER's fi rst full statement, a body of work
that feels both playful and deeply considered. Moments of quiet bloom
into distorted joy; melody drifts through broken percussion; endings turn
into new beginnings.
VIER - IIII, a project by: Machinedrum x Thys x Holly x Salvador Breed.
Across its eleven tracks, 'IIII' dissolves borders between breakbeat, trap-
meets-gabber, skippy UK shu ffl e, halftime, jungle and cinematic
electronica, music that shifts from serious voltage to full-colour
euphoria. What ties it together is philosophy, not genre.
The group's working method began playfully in the studio with a ten-
minute egg timer: each member would sketch for ten minutes, then
pass it on. That rule became a ritual, a way to keep things human,
spontaneous and shared. In VIER, every track passes through four sets
of hands; every decision is a test of trust. What could have been chaos
instead became a fl ow state, a cycle of surrender and discovery
thatde fi nes their sound.
Following singles such as Frankfurt, Control, Where Were You, Solitu and
Vai Pulando, 'IIII' stands as VIER's fi rst full statement, a body of work
that feels both playful and deeply considered. Moments of quiet bloom
into distorted joy; melody drifts through broken percussion; endings turn
into new beginnings.
