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 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

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

Pigs at the Funeral

Bleached Static

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