From the EP ‘Under the Hiss’
Under the hiss
Lead vocal: James Foster
03:38
Release date: 10 April 2026
Music and lyrics: Luca Vignolo
Sound by The Sunday Static
Built from the small sounds of domestic life — a kettle, an old record, traffic beyond the door — Under the Hiss finds warmth in what polished recordings usually erase. Crackle, missed notes and imperfect timing become the very texture of intimacy.
Lyrics
Kettle on,
Old show on,
Walls breathe low and blue;
Cup in hand,
Light too warm,
Static dancing in the room.
Needle drops,
Dust and sparks,
You keep time on my knee;
Crooked smile,
Paper-thin,
Still, it feels like luxury.
Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.
Neighbours talk,
Traffic sighs,
Leaking through the door;
Every sound
Falls in line,
Like it’s been here before.
Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.
You take the high (hey!),
I’ll stay low (oh);
Blur the edges
Till we don’t know.
Wrong lines,
Right hearts,
Both slightly off-key;
Every little crackle
Keeps you close to me.
Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.
La-la-la,
Hold it still,
Let it drift.
La-la-la,
Perfect under the hiss.
