Thrifted Rituals from Soft Reboot by Bleakly

This track insists on the messy evidence of being here, wiring up beat-up drum machines and yard-sale synths like actual talismans against the digital hum. A steady, almost weary kick-and-snare holds the line, a stark counterpoint to the scattered, bright toy keyboard leads that feel like confetti tangled in old hoodie strings. This deliberate juxtaposition underlines the fight to turn routine homeroom stretches and simple lace knots into sacred, tactile rituals, proving a body still matters. The recurring chant, "bodies still matter," isn't just a lyric; it's the raw, defiant heartbeat of the song, pushing back against the feeling of being an algorithm's next suggestion. It builds to a polyrhythmic bridge where audience claps tangle into the percussion, transforming physical presence itself into a shared, unignorable rhythm. This is about finding the glitches in the constant feed, making your own insistent fingerprint in the blur, and letting your own pulse set the time.

Our tape-hiss lullabies for empty hallways and after-school breakdowns. Three sleep-deprived voices blurring into bedroom reverb and guitar fuzz. We're the soundtrack to your 3AM spiral texts and unwashed hoodies.