producer and mix engineer
For beat sales and mix work email zootlab@gmail.com
@maghreban alter ego
STRANGE U producer
@drzygote on Twitter and Instagram
I won 'Soundclouder of the Day' in Spring 2013, thats why I have so many followers..

Swirling synths coated in sugar sweet vocals, booming bass lines and kickin' beats.

COPE 10TH ANNIVERSARY 
LIVE AT THE EARL 
THE ALBUM AND THE FILM OUT NOW

Tour Dates: http://twofriendsmusic.com/tour

IG: @twofriends
Text us: +1-323-310-1431‬

Management
info@twofriendsmusic.com

Bookings
Ferry Rais-Shaghaghi - CAA
bookings@twofriendsmusic.com

Promo
promo@twofriendsmusic.com

Vieka Plays (:vee-e-ka p-l-aa-ys). Born, will die. A female singer-songwriter-electronic-fiddler-producer-engineer currently residing in the fair lands of Manchesterville, UK. Inspired and nourished by music and sound.

 Vieka plays her music full frontal, sometimes delicate, sometimes brash but always dedicated to the senses. Alikened to Björk, Portishead with a dash of Cocorosie, Vieka moves through you in a whirl of challenging stories and sounds created by all manors of electronic geekery that can be harnessed, beated and whipped into shape. 

...'Combining sonic brutality, unfettered on-stage physicality, never-quite-reassuring periods of calm and moments of breath-taking spectral beauty'...'Ostensibly an avant-garde musician in the Portishead/Björk mould mould, Vieka’s beguiling live performances set her apart from other experimentalists.'
 … 'Their live concerts can veer from dubstep mood-pieces to eerie swing narratives and sexual psycho-dramas all with an underlying Burial-style-soundtrack-David Lynch intensity'... 

With a lustful desire for the wild world, Vieka weaves through all manner of sounds; blending, warping and creating impassioned soundscapes with subtle sound recordings from nature, life and the wide-wide world. Obtuse creations of synthesised bass, glitch noise and samples come from deep within the digital spectrum while the vocals cut through unabashed.

'With a tongue stuffed thoroughly in her cheek she blissfully hovers her sound in the darker sides of life (or hoovers her music up from the filthy corner of the proverbial room).'

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