The Sunday Static / An imagined five-piece
the band
A group of friends began meeting in a weathered farmhouse somewhere in southern England — not by the sea, but close enough not to miss it. Sundays became a refuge from the weekly noise, a deliberate act of slowing down. Records from the ’60s and ’70s spun endlessly: British music built on space, tension, and restraint. That shared language became the glue.
Life there returned to something analogue: imperfect, physical, unrepeatable. Old speakers hissed, instruments slipped slightly out of tune, and mistakes were left where they landed. Static wasn’t interference — it was texture, the sound of things being real.
Music arrived without much ceremony. Someone sat at the piano, another answered with a guitar, and others listened more than they played. Songs took shape slowly, guided by pauses as much as by notes. Nothing rushed, nothing polished — only attention.
That fragile balance — calm and friction, silence and noise — became their identity. Sundays gave them the time. Static gave them the sound.
James “Jamie” Foster
GUITAR · VOCALS
There’s a guitar in almost every room of James’s house. He’ll pick one up halfway through a conversation, while waiting for something, or with the television on. Some have been leaning against the furniture for so long they almost seem to belong there. For James, music isn’t something he switches on and off.
He’s happy to follow wherever the others’ ideas might lead, especially if there’s a chance to turn them into a song. He likes a guitar with warmth and a little bite, but has never lost his affection for the kind of tune you can play with a few chords and sing with friends on a summer evening.
James doesn’t really put his guitar away. He just leaves it in another room.
Martha Bloom
GUITAR · VOCALS
Martha has an instinct for people. She’s quick to pick up on someone’s humour, or notice what they might be feeling without saying it. Yet for all her ease with others, she needs time on her own, preferably with a book of poetry and nowhere particular to be.
She loves things that carry traces of a previous life: old books, worn objects, anything with a little history left on its surface. Perhaps that’s why she’s drawn to songs that leave their feelings exposed. But she loves contrasts just as much, moving from the intimacy of a near-whisper to the full force of a rock song without losing what makes either one personal.
For Martha, quiet and loud are simply two ways of telling the same truth.
Oliver Reed
KEYBOARDS · VOCALS
Oliver has a fondness for absurd situations, improbable wordplay and jokes that occasionally take a moment to land. He’s usually laughing at the circumstances, or at himself, never at somebody else’s expense. Good company comes naturally to him, and his friendship with Martha goes back a long way.
His musical tastes wander happily through soul, funk and jazz. Give him a Wurlitzer, a Hammond or an interesting chord progression and he’ll find a way to bring some of that warmth and swing into the band’s sound. He’s just as comfortable taking the lead as he is adding a little unexpected colour from behind the others.
He’s been known to spend longer explaining a joke than telling it. The chords usually need less explanation.
Eleanor “Ellie” Ward
BASS
Ellie takes a little time to get to know. She’s friendly but reserved with new people, quietly observing before letting her guard down. Once she feels at home, though, her laughter can fill the room. She has an eye for the details others might walk straight past, and a natural sense of style that never seems to demand attention.
Away from the bass, she paints in oils, mostly portraits and still lifes. She’ll tell you they’re not very good, though the others aren’t entirely convinced. Her visual imagination has often helped shape the band’s cover artwork. Musically, she brings that same eye for detail to melodic basslines, finding small, distinctive touches without ever needing the spotlight.
Ask Ellie about her paintings and she’ll probably play them down. Ask her about a cover idea and there’s a different story.
Daniel “Dan” Hughes
DRUMS
Dan likes the reassuring side of everyday life: familiar routines, being on time, a quiet stretch of countryside and a long walk with Maisie, his Old English Sheepdog. He’s methodical without being rigid, and when something doesn’t go to plan, he’s usually the last person to make a fuss.
Behind the drums, something changes. The steady, dependable side of him is still there, holding the music together with Ellie, but he loves finding a way to catch everyone off guard. An unexpected fill, a shift in the rhythm, a detail that makes you want to listen again. Never just for the sake of showing off — the surprise has to make the song better.
In everyday life, Dan likes to know what’s coming. Behind the kit, he’d rather keep you guessing.
