IV Rimclicks from Steady Breath by Rhymedics

The track unfolds with a palpable tension, rooted in hushed exchanges between those who've seen too much. First impressions settle on the insistent syncopated rimclick patterns, sharp yet comforting, a deliberate pulse against the backdrop of quiet struggle. It charts a raw dialogue of almost giving up and finding the resolve to stay, a testament to shared burdens and steadying presence. A lower register voice emerges over stripped drums, a stark musical moment that masterfully juxtaposes with the later bloom of close-voiced string halos and the collective chant, demonstrating how vulnerability and strength can coexist within a single breath. The bassline carries a stubborn hope through these shifting textures. This piece uniquely uses specific sonic details—the gentle siren tails as risers, the Rhodes adding a grounded warmth—to deepen the narrative, evolving from individual doubt to a powerful, unified mantra. It’s a compelling exploration of resilience, built on rhythms designed to settle in the chest, offering a blend of human frailty and unyielding determination. The way the band swells, then recedes for that elder’s voice, then pushes back with a gospel hum, offers dynamic storytelling through sound.

Tracklist

7.	IV Rimclicks	2:47

Lyrics

Bay doors half-open, bench cold, backs sore

I tell the elder I almost quit at four
He taps the IV pole, says feel the floor
Counts his scars like rings on a tree
Says kid, let grief sit, but let grit lead
If you carry all alone, it splits your spine
Share the load, and you’ll align

Tap-tap time, we stitch the pain
Name by name through cold and rain
We keep the count, we keep composure
I learned to count by compressions—shoulder to shoulder

He says, I froze once, thought I was done
But a kid yelled breathe and we moved as one
Rimclicks ticked like a metronome prayer
We found our hands there
If pride speaks loud, let practice speak louder
Craft over powder

Tap-tap time, we stitch the pain
Name by name through cold and rain
We keep the count, we keep composure
I learned to count by compressions—shoulder to shoulder

One-two-three-four, keep that door
Five-six—don’t quit—give them more

We pass the beat like passing lore

Credits

from Steady Breath, released October 27, 2025

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