Kain
Vega

Concrete. Shadows. Noise. My sound was forged in Kyiv’s industrial heart — a place where fences feel like monuments and factories breathe in steel. I don’t follow rules. My music is empirical, raw, born from chaos and shaped by the heavy legacy of Soviet concrete. Every track is a wave of my surroundings, filtered through me, turned into rhythm. Not entertainment — reflection. Not escape — confrontation. If you hear concrete, night, and cold neon in the sound — then you already belong here.