Bleech 9:3 came onto the scene like a bomb. One minute they were a promising name whispered in green rooms and group chats, the next they were a full‑blown phenomenon. Their ascent has been so rapid it almost looks suspicious on paper, but in reality it’s the opposite. Nothing about them feels engineered or performative. They’re just a band who walk onstage, plug in, and let the truth of what they do speak louder than any marketing plan ever could.
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Fresh off a Europe tour with Keo – a pairing that felt like watching two meteors race each other – Bleech 9:3 have now officially marked their space in the scene with the release of their debut EP. The self‑titled record holds five tracks, four of which were released ahead of time, but hearing them together gives them a new weight. What’s immediately striking is how confidently they’ve carved out their sonic territory. Bleech 9:3’s sound is recognisable within seconds, yet never repetitive. Instead, it feels like a tight, deliberate map of their emotional and musical range.
For long‑time followers, this EP lands like a long‑awaited exhale. Fans of the band have been surviving off live recordings, clinging to half‑heard riffs and unreleased favourites, hoping they’d make the cut (Mine didn’t make it, justice for ‘Tourniquet’, but hope is a renewable resource). That scarcity has only intensified the anticipation, and Bleech 9:3 have weaponised it beautifully. The recorded versions don’t necessarily tame the songs, they clarify the sound that was already strong to begin with.
It feels impossible to choose a standout song on this EP. Every time you think you’ve settled on one, the next song starts and wipes your memory clean. The EP moves with that kind of force, each track its own gravitational field.
But the real anchor, the thing that will cement Bleech 9:3 in the upper ranks of guitar bands, is their ethos. There’s no sense of performance for performance’s sake. No self‑mythologising. No attempt to posture as the next big thing. They simply are. They make the music they want to make, they leave everything on the stage, and people respond to that kind of honesty with a loyalty that can’t be manufactured.
BLEECH 9:3 OUT NOW.
Words by
Marie Müller, 2026.