22nd Hour Artists
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Iso Murder
IsoMurder was raised in the shadows of South Carolina — a place where the nights run long, the streets stay loud, and survival teaches you rhythm before anything else. His sound is a collision of worlds: industrial rock grit, Southern gangster‑rap cadence, and the cold emotional weight of someone who’s seen too much to ever make soft music.
He builds tracks like weapons — steel‑heavy guitars, mechanical drums, and bass that hits with the same pressure as a trunk‑rattling Carolina summer. His verses cut with that Southern drawl sharpened by real tension, real hunger, real consequence. It’s the voice of someone who grew up between back‑road silence and city‑noise chaos, turning both into fuel.
IsoMurder doesn’t chase trends. He creates atmospheres. His music feels like walking alone at 3AM with nothing but your heartbeat and the hum of streetlights — cinematic, dangerous, and alive. Every track is a confession wrapped in distortion; every hook is a warning.
He’s the sound of the South gone dark — industrial, ruthless, and carved straight out of Carolina concrete.
Lil Nickky
Lil Nickky came up in the basement venues of Boston, where attitude hits as hard as the winter, and every artist has something to prove. He blends raw rock aggression with sharp‑tongued rap energy, creating a sound that feels like a fist wrapped in melody — loud, fast, and unapologetically East Coast.
Born and raised in Massachusetts, Nickky carries that Boston edge in every bar: the hustle, the sarcasm, the chip‑on‑the‑shoulder confidence that comes from growing up in a city that doesn’t hand out respect. His verses cut with precision, his hooks explode with distortion, and his delivery hits like a live mic in a packed Allston basement show.
Lil Nickky isn’t chasing trends — he’s building a lane where punk attitude, rock chaos, and street‑bred rap collide. His music is for the kids who grew up on guitar riffs and 808s, for the ones who never fit cleanly into one scene, for the ones who turned their anger into ambition.
He’s Boston’s noise in human form — loud, relentless, and impossible to ignore.