January 2015

Sodium Lamp Remix (Feat. Mike Robert)

Fresh off of our debut album: FADE SOUL.
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Fade Soul

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Infrared

Dollar For Dollar

Witches

I stepped into the water
Dipped my toes below the surface
And felt it pulling me inside
It made me rather nervous

I can't back away from you
I'm left out here to drown
Stepped too far from the river bed
I don't feel a thing at all now

I wish this never happened to me

Every movement that I make
It always casts a shadow
In the daytime or the streetlights
You have always followed

I can't do the slightest thing
Knowing that you'll find out
Cornered in your room again
I don't feel a thing at all now

I wish this never happened to me

When I'm underground
I'll never hear a sound from you
When I'm underwater
I never will be bothered by you

I wish this never happened to me

Cornered

Souls

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

Buy / Add

Rat-Level

JUST ABOUT HAD IT UP TO HERE

You’re turning round–like circular–now
And it’s more than you were allowed
You get back back back 'til you’re small
You get home right back through that wall

You bring your hand up flat to your nose
You say you can’t take this anymore
Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.

Metro shadowboxing
Empty and eating space
Blink or you might miss the lightning
Right when
All is turning grey

Enough stone to turn a glass house to sand
Enough stone to turn this glass house to sand

You’re turning round–like circular–now
And it’s more than you were allowed
You get back back back 'til you’re small
You get home right back through that wall

You bring your hand up flat to your nose
You say you can’t take this anymore
Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.

Static Prismatic

Had It Up To Here

WATCH THE STAIN SPREAD FROM FIBER TO FIBER

Constant motion
Appears frozen
When shadows are longest
The light tears open

Your belly’s warm
Your heart is full
Your cards unturned

Watch the stain spread
From fiber to fiber
Equilibrium
As cruel as fire

Our bellies warm
Our hearts are full
Our cards unturned

Looking out beyond the bridge
But seeing orange fog
All the sunsets unburned
Falling out beyond the rocks

Our bellies warm
Our hearts are full
Our cards unturned

All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned

Cards Unturned

THAT FEELING WHEN THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE ARRIVE AT YOUR DENNY'S AM I RIGHT?

Before our time they boarded up the windows of the factories
In the towns and cities
Yeah the towns and cities
Had to choose a different form of industry
Culture or
Penitentiary

Dip the buildings in alabaster
Express yourself in fine, sponsored spray paint
Or invest in orange jumpsuits and razor wiring
You beg for the discount
An effortless let down
You beg for the discount
Effortless let down

In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces
Just for arguments sake
In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces
Just for arguments sake

They spit in our coffee and told us it's sugar
Fooled us around again and again on television
They physically ate the contents of a southern ballot box
And whittled a cross for his pet rats in pointed hats to burn in your bedroom

Oh yeah all sides are legitimate
Yes the trickster needs a place
And the table's got space
Just in case
And here we are in a parking lot
And the trickster needs a place
Yeah the table's got space
Just in case we deserve the pain

It's 3 in the goddamn a m
And there's a flaming hole in the pavement
I know it's a Denny's parking lot
But there are four riders outside
And I know no one rides horses anymore

It's 3 in the goddamn a m
And there's a flaming hole in the pavement
I know it's a Denny's parking lot
But there are four riders outside
And I know no one rides horses anymore

Canbot!

YOU OUGHT'A KEEP BUSY OR YOUR LITTLE ECHOES FLY AWAY

The shyness of the crown
Resting on the heads of babes
Waiting in the lobby
For the next joyless vacay

Search the pacific ocean
For a charismatic wave
It crinkles like a wrapper
It sinks into a puppet stage

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Find an able traitor
Sitting on their blameless hands
Make yourself more useful
Bring them to the promised land

Let them wreak some havoc
Let them burn this fucker down
Just record the proceedings
Don’t turn the camera around

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Impossibly slow
And all over the road
Make it make sense

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Stream/Merch

Impossibly Slow And All Over The Road

The blinding headlights in the rearview
The rhythmic sweep of the streetlights
The yellow glow of panic
My fence has rotted through

I slap
My face
To stay alert
The tarmac tributaries deliver all to dirt

Begging please no more media
Currency for true believers
Blood for these suckers
Unburdened by proof

Tall dark and
Frozen to the spot
Where the gun went off
My truth is your loss

A few were onboard
How would we know
If you were onboard how would we know?

Linktree

Frozen To The Spot

THE LAST OF THE SUMMER GARBAGE WAFTS...

The last of the summer garbage waft
Tiptoe round the defunct bombs
Planted like crooked teeth
Weaving through the double parked

There’s no use for your successful appearance
Tell tall tales, leave burning questions
Firebombing dioramas
Umbrellas dissolving in the rain

The cowardice of young love

The last of the summer garbage wafts
Tiptoe round the dudded/defunct bombs
Planted like crooked teeth
Weaving through the double parked

The cowardice of young love

The cowardice of young love

The Cowardice of Young Love

I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I 

I
I see something I like
But lost
My place
This line
It needs crossing
The dots
The eyes
The space
I
I feel everything
Just
Beyond
My skin
Time is chemical
Slows in the morning

How do you demand more
It seems uncouth
Lo and behold we're all bound in our roots
I
I feel everything
Just beyond my skin
Time is chemical, slows in the morning

The air feels perfect
As I fill up with regret
And pull my own focus
From how it’s broken

Time is Chemical

Deadly Music! is an Irish music blog featuring the best in electro pop, indie pop, post rock, indie rock

We have been writing and recording together in some form or another for 10 years. For many of those years we called ourselves October Surprise and recorded primarily indie rock. In 2013, we found ourselves changing our writing process, making our own samples and using them to sculpt and explore our compositions. We found that we were able to dream up swirling, feverish clouds of music like some of our favorite electronic musicians.  Polluted synths, layered drums, and humming bass lines replaced our standard instruments. 

This freeing, new process gave way to a new project we decided to call Blank Brothers due to the fact that we’ve written together for so long. We released our first album, called Fade Soul, under the Blank Brothers moniker in 2014. A year later, we released our second album, Peak Hour Color. Most recently, we released a series of weekly singles, which we have compiled into an album entitled, "Placeholders" which is available wherever music is sold and streamed. 

Now in 2017, we've scattered into our real lives, a new project called Local Phonies [ https://soundcloud.com/localphonies ] arose from some correspondence.

Infrared

Blank Brothers

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