Vice doesn’t have an origin story. He has a DJ booth, a bag of Chupa Chups, and an opinion of himself that the room either catches up to or doesn’t.
Born in New York City. Still there. Twenty-three years old, five foot ten, brown hair, blue eyes, Japanese dragon running up his right arm. He works the line at a kitchen during the week because that rent is always due on the 1st, and Vice is practical underneath the arrogance, even if he’d never admit it.
The music is Rave Matrix — rave-ready dance and hip-hop built for rooms that don’t stop moving. Deathpact’s menace, Scarlxrd’s rawness, The Prodigy’s chaos. He works a mixing board and a turntable. Raw vocals when he uses them. He hands out lollipops at the booth. This is not a bit — it is a signature.
He wanted fame and the girls. He’s not going to lie to you about that.
After Cookies AND Milk he closed the booth. Not because it beat him. Because he decided to go to culinary school — turns out the same instinct that builds a set builds a menu. He’ll DJ on weekends. The rest of the week he’s got a kitchen to run.
That last cookie did him in.
Vice is APRA AMCOS registered and released through Seeker James Publishing.