VibeFoundry Records ain’t a label. Let’s get that straight. We don’t do contracts, we don’t babysit artists, and we sure as hell don’t tell anyone how to sound. This whole thing started because one guy needed music that didn’t suck. Music that felt like busted hands, cheap beer, late nights, and real life. So he made it. And he didn’t stop.
This place grew out of that. Call it a crew, a camp, a damn scrapyard for real songs—whatever. But it ain’t a label. It’s a place for people who’d rather make noise than wait for permission.
What We Do (and What We Don’t)
We put out music that ain’t afraid to get dirty. Some of it’s redneck rock. Some of it’s punk. Some of it don’t even have a name. If it’s got guts, we’ll stand behind it.
We don’t polish shit till it shines fake. We don’t fix your tone or rewrite your lyrics. We don’t care how many followers you got. We help you throw your sound out there—loud, rough, and the way you meant it.
Who This Is For
If you’ve been told you’re “too raw” or “not marketable,” if you’ve played more shows in barns than on stages, if your music’s got more scars than streams—you’re already one of us.
We back folks who’ve built their sound with rusted tools and stubborn hearts. People who don’t wanna make “content”—they just wanna make something that matters.
Why We Exist
Because music’s gone soft. Too many folks trying to be liked instead of being real. We don’t need more trends. We need grit. Volume. Truth.
VibeFoundry Records exists because someone’s gotta keep that alive. And if nobody else will—then hell, we will.
Get in Touch
If this hits home, reach out. Or don’t. This ain’t for everyone. But if you’re the kind of person who’d rather burn out than be background noise—then you’ve already found the right place.
VibeFoundry.
It ain’t a label.
It’s a goddamn problem.
Who We Roll With
We ain’t doing this alone. Some folks got the same fire, same dirt under their nails, same middle finger to the industry. We back ’em. Not with contracts or fake promises, but with space to be loud and real.
Call ’em our people. Call ’em kin. Hell, call ’em trouble. These are the projects that don’t fit anywhere else—and don’t want to.
