Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With one vocalist screaming unhinged and the other spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion… loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

Bullet in the Blimp

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With one vocalist screaming unhinged and the other spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion—loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore.

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
My father's all greened out
Some kind of a nonplussed malachite on the couch
Chopping wet logs
To turn my girlfriend into a widow
He thought she was a tree
Thought she was a willow

[Prechorus]
But I won't leave her
No
I won't leave her
Just because she smells like cedar

[Chorus]
And gasoline flavored
Huffin' like Darth Vader
A hose from the tailpipe to the floor
But I won't leave her
Just because she's dyin'
Just because she's dyin'

[Verse]
My father's freaked out
He told me that my mom was a hoe
With real cow hands
She said
"Bobby
He ain't no willow tree
Your girlfriend's a dog
And she smells like gasoline

Gasoline Flavored

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
A pound of shrimp on my eyes
A dirty shiv
The afterlife
I've been growing a beard
And counting flies
They hold my hand
They're in my heart
When the afterbirth gets cold
We come alive

[Chorus]
The afterlife
When the afterbirth gets cold
We come alive
The afterlife
The afterlife
When the afterbirth gets cold
We come alive
The afterlife
The afterlife
When the afterbirth gets cold
We come alive
The afterlife

Triad Shrimp

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With one vocalist screaming unhinged and the other spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion—loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore.

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
Their telephone poles strung with vultures
There are sedatives for vultures
Their drugstore diaries
There are asylums for mules
There are no future experiments

[Chorus]
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime

[Verse 2]
Their overpasses stretch their arms for alms
Their human blight to blind us
Their sacrifice to end the labor
Their Holy War that bleeds the paper
They were all immune

[Pre-Chorus]
Their golden chariots to funeral pyres
Their palace walls to tissue paper
Their kingdom now has come to closure

[Chorus]
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime
Their antennas once were bathed in lemon-lime

[Bridge]
They stole the keys to this amusement park
Their windowless
Soulless matchbox cars
Their tenement hives built for the billions
Supine to sunshine
They were all immune
Their telephone poles strung with vultures
There are sedatives for vultures
Their drugstore diaries
There are asylums for mules
There are no future experiments
Their overpasses stretch their arms for alms
Their human blight to blind us
Their sacrifice to end the labor
Their Holy War that bleeds the paper
Their golden chariots to funeral pyres
Their palace walls to tissue paper
Their kingdom now has come to closure
Their broken eggshell cemeteries
Their sterilized playgrounds
Their microwaves now filled with feces
Their cancer

Supine to Sunshine

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With one vocalist screaming unhinged and the other spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion—loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore.

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
I got a crosshair glare with your name on it
Goes the arrowhead straight through the sunken crow
Now you know you know you know
How the water bed moves like a baby under snow
And it's time to let it go
It's not your fault that you've been kept alive
It's not your fault that you've been kept alive
And it's time to let it go

[Prechorus]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I saw the I saw the I saw the
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I saw the I saw the I saw the

[Chorus]
Running at the mouth with my clothes on
Giving all my best to my dead ones
Nothing I could say when it went wrong
I knew it all along
All my best to my dead ones
All my best to my dead ones
I knew it all along
All my best to my dead ones

[Verse 2]
There were soldiers in the camp
Burying the bones with a hatchet and a lamp
Like a goddamn avalanche
And it's time to let it go
I got a crosshair glare with your name on it
Goes the arrowhead straight through the sunken crow
And it's time to let it go

[Prechorus]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I saw the I saw the I saw the
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I saw the I saw the I saw the

[Chorus]
Running at the mouth with my clothes on
Giving all my best to my dead ones
Nothing I could say when it went wrong
I knew it all along
All my best to my dead ones
All my best to my dead ones
I knew it all along
All my best to my dead ones

Sunken Crow

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse 1]
The hologram was right
I took a walk to the ledge
We danced in the ash
We took a walk on the sky
We left our friends in the past
A kaleidoscope
Washed up on the shore
With no beginning or end

[Chorus]
We can dream with the blind
Beneath the mushroom cloud
We were alive in the ash
With no beginning or end

[Verse 2]
We're interstellar spies
Running from time and its trap
The hidden sun at our back
Underneath the burning flag
It was so beautiful
And so merciful
The hologram was right

[Chorus]
We can dream with the blind
Beneath the mushroom cloud
We were alive in the ash
With no beginning or end
With no beginning or end
With no beginning or end

[Verse 3]
The sirens turned to stone
I traced a path through the wires
We drowned in the smoke
We carved our names on the night
We left our faith in the dirt
A shattered lens
Buried in the tide

[Chorus]
We can dream with the blind
Beneath the mushroom cloud
We were alive in the ash
With no beginning or end

[Verse 4]
We're interstellar spies
Running from time and its trap
The hidden sun at our back
Underneath the burning flag
It was so beautiful
And so The hologram was right

[Chorus]
We can dream with the blind
Beneath the mushroom cloud
We were alive in the ash
With no beginning or end
With no beginning or end
With no beginning or end

Dancing on the Ash

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
The sirens screamed like broken lungs
A thousand throats in unison sung
Pavement cracks with a hollow beat
The city's veins spill in the street

[Prechorus]
Containment fails the shutters fall
Who's the next to heed the call

[Chorus]
Outbreak outbreak it's in the air
No one’s safe no one dares
Lock the doors hide the light
Outbreak outbreak kiss goodnight

[Verse 2]
Needles snap like brittle twigs
Shattered glass on the lips of pigs
The fever spreads like a lover's kiss
Tell me where’s the cure for this

[Prechorus]
Windows shake the walls collapse
We're running out of maps

[Chorus]
Outbreak outbreak it's in the air
No one’s safe no one dares
Lock the doors hide the light
Outbreak outbreak kiss goodnight

[Verse 3]
The sirens bloom like iron jaws
Windows shatter without a cause
Containment fails the shutters fall
Who's the next to heed the call

[Chorus]
Outbreak outbreak it's in the air
No one’s safe no one dares
Lock the doors hide the light
Outbreak outbreak kiss goodnight

[Verse 4]
Knives dissolve in salted rain
Shadows choke on a broken chain
The hunger spreads with a vulture’s wing
Tell me what salvation brings

[Prechorus]
Windows shake the walls collapse
We're running out of maps

[Chorus]
Outbreak outbreak it's in the air
No one’s safe no one dares
Lock the doors hide the light
Outbreak outbreak kiss goodnight

Outbreak

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
Flicker lights on the dashboard glow
A reel of memories plays too slow
Gasoline whispers
Secrets untold
In the silence
Stories unfold

[Prechorus]
The screen cracks like a broken sky
We watch it burn
But we don't ask why

[Chorus]
Static hearts in a motion blur
The world spins fast
But we stay unsure
Static hearts
A love deferred
The picture fades
But the echoes stir

[Verse 2]
Torn tickets in a soda-stained seat
Popcorn dreams crushed under our feet
The stars are laughing
Mocking the scene
While shadows dance
On a silver screen

[Prechorus]
The night bends like a neon sign
We chase the glow
But we miss the line

[Chorus]
Static hearts in a motion blur
The world spins fast
But we stay unsure
Static hearts
A love deferred
The picture fades
But the echoes stir

Static Hearts

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse 1]
Splintered glass in the marrow
Static claws in the throat
Every shadow’s a siren
Tied to the wires you wrote

[Pre-Chorus]
Neon veins, they’re burning slow
Tongues of mercury overflow

[Chorus]
Collapse in the corridor
Where the ghosts keep score
Bite down, taste the iron flood
Your pulse writes the final chord

[Verse 2]
Splintered notes in the rafters
Rust collects in the grin
The ceiling breathes like a fracture
And the floor caves in again

[Pre-Chorus]
Static lungs, they cough in code
Every secret’s an open wound

[Chorus]
Collapse in the corridor
Where the ghosts keep score
Bite down, taste the iron flood
Your pulse writes the final chord

[Bridge]
You built a kingdom of salt
But the tide’s not yours to halt
Spine bent into an antenna
Receiving nothing but fever

[Outro]
Ashes in the afterglow
Trouble sings what you don’t know

Kingdom of Salt

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse]
Never the wiser
Swine heads of state
Pigs at the funeral
Bring home the bacon
Followed you to the water's edge
And if the jury is out
I'm making the judge jump
You need a witness
How about a nun?
And if I see a badge
Then I hope he has a gun
In your evidence
Then I know we're going home
With the rest of your friends
Then we're putting on the show
This is what happens when I think of you
The joke is on us
It's the last time I saw you

[Chorus]
With a taste like a lime in the sun
I'm in the business of making things run
When the officer isn't around
Can you make sure he hears the sound?
It's the last time I saw you

[Bridge]
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can send for your brother
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can send for your brother
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can send for your brother
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can send for your brother

[Verse 2]
Never the wiser
Swine heads of state
Pigs at the funeral
Bring home the bacon
Followed you to the water's edge
And if the jury is out
I'm making the judge jump
You need a witness
How about a nun?
And if I see a badge
Then I hope he has a gun
In your evidence
Then I know we're going home
With the rest of your friends
Then we're putting on the show
This is what happens when I think of you
The joke is on us
It's the last time I saw you
With a taste like a lime in the sun
I'm in the business of making things run
When the officer isn't around
Can you make sure he hears the sound?
It's the last time I saw you
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can send for your brother
A priest for your father
A prayer for your mother
And if we need another
Then we can

Written by: Tommy Kerr, Niklas Söderberg

Pigs at the Funeral

Say Please

Bleached Static tear through dissonant riffs, crooked time signatures, and lurching rhythms that hit like a fistfight in slow motion. With the vocalists screaming unhinged and spilling off-key emo pleas, their songs swing between jagged chaos and uneasy groove. It’s punk energy twisted with prog complexity and raw, unpolished emotion... loud, unstable, and impossible to ignore!

--- LYRICS ---

[Verse 1]
Glass nerves stitched to the sky
Every insect feeds the hive
Bone towers cough out sparks
Screens ignite in the blood of parks

[Pre-Chorus]
Circuit breath, tangled veins
Data screams in numbered chains
Every object bends and sways
In the mouth of endless waves

[Chorus]
Internet of rust and fire
Signals crawl through broken wires
Every object sings in code
Every mouth an overload
signal from the womb
Flood the streets with endless tombs
Every shadow locked to the swarm
Every fracture becomes the norm

[Verse 2]
Mirrors sleep in electric graves
Tongues decode in tidal waves
Plastic roots claw at the skin
Iron lungs drag the silence in

[Bridge]
Mirrors sleep in electric graves
Tongues decode in tidal waves
Plastic roots claw at the skin
Iron lungs drag the silence in

[Chorus]
Internet of rust and fire
Signals crawl through broken wires
Every object sings in code
Every mouth an overload
signal from the womb
Flood the streets with endless tombs
Every shadow locked to the swarm
Every fracture becomes the norm

Signal from the Womb

Broadcasting from a rusted tower where every note is a wound stitched shut with glass.

We echo like faulty machines, worshipping the silence between detonations.

--- Meet the team! ---

Chief Voice Officer (Vocals)
Tommy Kerr

President of Multi-String Operations (Guitar)
Niklas Söderberg

Associate Echo Strategist (Vocals/Guitar)
Ben Carter

Managing Director of Low Frequencies (Bass)
Claire Jennings

Head of Percussive Infrastructure (Drums)
Boz

Info/Bookings:

bleachedstatic@gmail.com

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