Tony Frissore has constructed something strikingly paradoxical with his latest instrumental release, the single “Four Walls”. Listening to this track feels like watching a time-lapse of a foreign city skyline while sitting perfectly still in a high-thread-count bedsheet cocoon. It is motion and stasis arguing over who gets to drive the car.
The genre descriptors might label this Chill EDM or Deep House, but those tags feel too rigid, like plastic wrapping on a new suitcase. The atmosphere here is unmistakably sophisticated think rooftop lounges and that specific shade of golden-hour light that makes everything look expensive but there is an underlying current of solitude that catches you off guard.
The melody captures this friction beautifully. It is highly expressive, utilizing bright, syncopated rhythms and staccato bursts that eerily mimic the cadence of human speech. It doesn’t need lyrics; the instrumentation is gossiping, confessing, and pondering all on its own. It reminds me of a ceramic bowl I once saw in a museum in Lisbon that was broken and repaired with gold lacquer; the cracks were the point. Here, the driving rhythm is the gold filling the silence of an empty hotel room.
Frissore, drawing on that rich gumbo of Boston education and New Orleans spirit, navigates the space between upbeat funk and internal monologue. The track explores the strange comfort of transience how the wallpaper changes, yet the internal world remains a carry-on item you can never check at the gate. It is energizing, warm, and groovy, yet it forced me to think about the last time I felt truly alone in a crowded room.
Does the geography matter if the headspace remains fixed? “Four Walls” suggests we should probably just dance through the existential crisis anyway.
