Sleeper Channel

Sleeper Channel

BandAlternativePunk

We're a band that draws from many influences ranging from Nirvana to Big Black to Sonic Youth to The Beatles to Deftones. The songs come from dreams and are designed for maximum impact, hopefully drawing in the listener in a way they won't forget and most likely making them dance.

Biography

Deep within Adelaide lurks super band Sleeper Channel, comprised of Mike McGroder (bass), Shamus Baldwin (drums) and Panos Dionysopoulos (guitar and vocals). Each member comes with a musical background: Mike has been involved with bands such as Meanderthal and Shamus with bands such as Sprawl and Muscle Car. Now they join forces to create unique noise, ripped direct from within the trio. Panos started dreaming songs, Mike moved to Adelaide from Melbourne searching for new musical endeavours and Shamus saw one of their early shows with Sleeper Channel’s first drummer and wanted to get on board. After some intense jamming they got a set list together, recorded a demo and started playing the ‘circuit’. One of their major goals is to affect people on a deeper level. To write music that will both connect with people and unsettle them. To be true to their musical ideals and play shamanistic tribal noise but still be catchy. And affect, connect and play they do. Described in local music ‘rag’ Rip It Up as ‘brooding noise merchants’ and having received airplay on JJJ program 'short.fast.loud', Sleeper Channel are currently finishing off 8 new songs that will hopefully lead to an album and plan to write music that’ll be remembered for years on. Don’t forget it.

Lyrics

Lucid Sunset

Written By: Panos Dionysopoulos

you wake up
everything is flammable
everyone is f*able
the room is on fire
you meet a responsible adult who tells you
the world will end 2 minutes after sundown
you arrange to meet them after then

you wake up
you catch up with your friend
you tell him you've set fire to the sky
and the cleansing begins from within
he tells you you're a dog of a party
and the sun dissolves away to nothingness

Fashion Victim

Written By: Panos Dionysopoulos

blood on my soul
torn from nothingness
fingers trace the memories
of spiritual cartiledge

oh
do i styme your style
you say im haunting your dreams
your style strips the skin from your fingers
it leaves you hollow and numb

oh
do i styme your style
you say im haunting your dreams
it strips the skin from your fingers
it leaves you hollow and sore

food for us all
dead memories of us
digging deep and finding fear
in each and every one of us

oh
do i styme your style
you say im haunting your dreams
your style strips the skin from your fingers
it leaves you hollow and numb

oh
do i styme your style
you say im haunting your dreams
it strips the skin from your fingers
it leaves you hollow and sore

lifted by waves
and kissed by the sun
left on the shores of horizon
and boardings begun
so think for yourself
and drink of the dead
and let them plants seeds
of ideas in your head because
each new open path you dont follow
is one step closer to dust

oh
do i styme your style
you say im haunting your dreams
your style strips the skin from your fingers
it leaves you hollow and numb

and as the waves rise to meet us
we think of our solitude
burnt by our loneliness
whats with this world without feelings
why do they leave

and if those waves raise again
lifting us up into servitude
what are we left with? infinity
betrayed by the nature of past

Taxi Ride

Written By: Panos Dionysopoulos

You know it could bond with your life honey
why dont you jump in the car
pull it apart with your teeth baby
you wont know until you get in

take your time to decide
most people stay on the curb

but wouldnt you rather see colour honey
most other people arent you

on this drive ill teach you all i know
an inability to cope is what went wrong
under the skin we all pulse on
under the skin

you still live in the same apartment
all you need to sleep is silence
your box of helpers lying still
the static in your head wont shut up

you want it you grab it you miss it the coices go on and on and on and on

the sixth sense you hold
wont help you to cope
for a moment to end
you need something under the skin

he took whats not his
and the blood dries on the carpet
crawl back into your shell
crawl back into your skin and relax

so relax
night falls hard

The Holiday We Had To Have

Written By: Panos Dionysopoulos

Another lazy sunday
stranger on a train
he said he swallowed sunbeams
released them as his dreams but
staring at the son
we lost ourselves our sense of one
couldnt stay couldnt cope couldnt stay together
he stole our spirit

and his lessons
beared harder
his rain poured down and we panicked
threw ourselves against his vitriol
you held his head i held his spirit
taught him about playing

but these dead games we're playing
i dont think he's faking
his soul has stopped breathing
we need to stop crying
we need to work our where to go

a new dawn the sun is tinged with red
what happened you said as i rolled out of bed
and the light chattered round as it shone on his head
you screamed and i wept and the gun that we hid
reminded us we had to go

but its ok
we'll make it
we'll move to brisvegas
and change both our faces
the truth cannot hurt us again
cause we lie

Every Alternate Sunday

Written By: Panos Dionysopoulos

the first one was dark eyed
she left me doting
her fine line her remarks
i fled to shadows
the next one was violent
she left me gasping
i tried hard i shone light
but in the end i failed

and it burns so i bleed
i cradle dreams but dont sleep
its too hard i dissolve
into the grey and fade away

these lies just like anything
flow through me
these lies just like anything
fall from me

the third one she held on
but like a strobelight
a numb kiss a diamond

but i failed
and so i take the blame
take me from this hell
its too hard i dissolve
into the grey and fade away

in this flood of emotion gates it seems too much
but its really this cut and dry
can you crawy out from under the gate
can you walk over glass to see inside
all the smoke i've laid and thick padding insulating my soul and my mind
so when it ends i have to lie and say it didnt mean that much to me

just as i have found my peace
my nerves exposed you left me then
i close my eyes to block the pain
it never leaves it always calls my name

take my hand to share the pain
the pulse that beats my love in vain
i break away my bonds but still
i cant kick out we come but dont arrive

crawl from the bottom of this bottle but i miss the wet of blind and numb
search myself for the truth but everything has turned to rot
crawl from the bottom of this bottle its all turned dry

my fears aren't my servants
if you want to enter this domain
follow the blood
you're invited

Discography

Apnea (EP) - mostly promotional, though the track 'Taxi Ride' has received airplay on Triple J.

Set List

We normally do one set of all originals, with the hope of adding a cover of Sam Cooke's 'Cry Me A River'
Typically the set would be something like:

Intro song
Taxi Ride
Every Alternate Sunday
Empty Now
Valley Trek
Lucid Sunset
Holiday We Had To Have
Fashion Victim
A Matter of Perspective

This set is normally just under 45 minutes long, however we have been able to condense our set to half an hour and also extend it to just under an hour before as well by incorporating newer material.