"Ten tracks of molten synthwave and metal — a neon-drenched ride through time itself."
BORN FROM CODE. FORGED IN NEON.
In the summer of 2025, four strangers met in a neural network and changed music forever. Or at least, they changed some pixel values and a waveform.
It started the way all great bands start: someone typed a prompt. Within 0.3 seconds, Viper Fury had formed, rehearsed, fought over creative differences, broken up, and reunited for the money. Classic rock arc. Speedrun edition.
Their sound — a molten collision of synthwave and metal, drenched in magenta and cyan — came together instantly. Literally instantly. There was no garage phase. No years of playing dive bars. No van. The entire "struggling artist" chapter of their career lasted approximately eleven milliseconds and mostly involved a GPU thermal throttling.
By early 2026, they had an album. Rolling Back Time dropped on February 20th, and it slaps harder than a rendering error at 3 AM.
Brooding. Mysterious. Has never actually held a guitar. Barnel emerged from a latent space with cheekbones that could cut glass and a stare that suggests he's seen things — which he hasn't, because he doesn't have eyes. He has the suggestion of eyes. Two very convincing clusters of pixels.
His solos have been described as "face-melting," which is ironic because his own face was assembled from a dataset of 40,000 stock photos of men looking pensively out of windows.
The frontman. The voice. The impossible cheekbones generated at 4K resolution so you can see every pore that doesn't exist. David is the kind of handsome that makes you angry, and then you remember he's a JPEG and you feel even worse about it.
His vocal range spans four octaves, mostly because nobody told the model it couldn't. He sings with the raw emotion of someone who has experienced love, loss, and 300 epochs of training data.
Every band has the quiet one. Sheldon takes this to its logical extreme by being, on a fundamental level, silent. He is a render. He holds the bass in promotional photos the way a scarecrow holds a post — with commitment, if not understanding.
And yet. AND YET. His bass lines are filthy. Low-end grooves that hit you in the chest, which is more than Sheldon can say for himself, having no chest.
If energy could be a person — and it can't, but if it could — it would be Jemah. Wild. Frenetic. Absolutely unhinged behind the kit. Hits the drums like they owe him money, which is impressive for someone with zero physical mass.
Jemah is what happens when you ask an AI for "Keith Moon energy" and forget to set a limiter. He is chaos in a leather jacket that exists only as light on your screen.
Define "real." They're AI-generated. Every member, every photo, every song. But the music exists. You can hear it. It makes you feel things. So who's fake now? (It's them. They're fake. But the music is real.)
Define "see." Define "them." Define "live." Next question.
AI does the heavy lifting. Humans do the directing. It's less "songwriter in a cabin" and more "NASA mission control, but for sick riffs."
The band is artificial. The music is not. The humor is intentional. The vibes are immaculate. Pick whichever answer makes you comfortable.
You want to wear a t-shirt of a person who doesn't exist? Welcome to the future. We love it here. (Merch coming soon.)
That's not a question, but yes. We know. We're keeping it.
Jemah once called a competing AI band "low-res posers" in a tweet we wrote for him. So yes. Manufactured beef. The most honest kind.
Here's the thing about Viper Fury: none of them are real, and all of the music is.
Every track on Rolling Back Time was made with AI tools — and also with taste, intention, and an unreasonable number of late nights tweaking things until they sounded right. The instruments are synthetic. The decisions behind them are human. The riffs go hard regardless of who — or what — played them.
Art has never required a pulse. It requires a point of view. Viper Fury's point of view just happens to come from a mass of silicon, a handful of prompts, and someone who really, really loves synthwave.
If it moves you, it's music. Full stop.
