The crumbly outskirts of house.
Occultism, inverted crosses, devil worshipping and the other usual suspects are justifiably avoided ever since lazy journalists coined terms such as ‘witch house’. Fortunately, there are these musicians that are cleaning up after the mess that was made – and IVVVO is one of those people.
In a minimal matter, the Porto native is microscopically exploring the crumbly outskirts of house. Lies is a voyage through a barren landscape of moody samples and twisted vocal howls – all of this occasionally visited by an array of hi-hats that hydrate the track when needed. Is it dark? Sure. Is it trite like the ‘genre’ we mentioned before? No at all.