LATEST RELEASE
Falling Through
The Seams
“Together, together, we’re still here.”
The most recent RANDOM APE release — fracture, noise, distance and the thin threads that still hold people together.
01 / WORKS
MUSIC
A home for the records, sleeves, fragments and places they lead to. Platforms outside. RANDOM APE lives here.
Before the Setting Sun
Goliath
Colours Fade
Falling Through The Seams
Broken
OSHMTLIAS Calling...
Static Calls
While We Sleep
SONG WORLD
Broken
“And way beyond the desert sun, the darkness swallows whole.”
Bleak, spacious and cinematic — desert skies, unspoken weight, fractured identity and the chasm between people and themselves.
SONG WORLD
While We Sleep
“The city’s heartbeat resonates so strange, a twisted melody, a symphony of change.”
Midnight streets, neon shadows, sirens, concrete and people trying to survive inside a city that never really sleeps.
02 / WORDS
WORDS
Not just lyrics dumped on a page — the songs as fragments, statements and artefacts.
Falling Through The Seams
We draw our maps in splintered ink,
Borders carved where shadows sink.
Voices hum through static skies,
Each a truth, you’ve been sold a lie.
The pavement cracks beneath our weight,
A fragile world we can't escape.
Our hands reach out, but fingers miss,
Divided by the fucking abyss.
Chorus
Oh, we’re falling, falling through the seams,
Caught in echoes of forgotten dreams.
Can we mend the tear, can we find the spark?
Or do we drift forever in the dark?
The screens they glow, they pull us in,
A thousand tribes where wars begin.
Words like knives, they cut the air,
Building walls we can’t repair.
But in the silence, hearts still beat,
A fleeting pulse beneath the street.
If we could listen, could we see?
The threads that bind you to me.
Chorus
Oh, we’re falling, falling through the seams,
Caught in echoes of forgotten dreams.
Can we mend the tear, can we find the spark?
Or do we drift forever in the dark?
Outro
Together, together, we’re still here,
Together, together, through the fear.
Together, together, break the line,
Together, together, one more time.
Broken
A penny for your thoughts
The silence tears and claws
Like shadows on your skin
Holding tight to every sin
Caught in twisted reason,
Bound by heavy treason,
A heart out in the night
Can you feel it there?
The weight of all that’s broken
Every word unspoken
Another cross to bear
Chorus
And way beyond the desert sun
The darkness swallows whole
The echoes lost in everyone
As fire turns to coal
Reaching out for something more
But you’re tangled in the thread
Each step you take away
You’re pulled back in instead
There’s a chasm, wide and deep
Between who you are and who you keep
The mirror shows a stranger’s face
Drowning slow in empty space
Chorus
And way beyond the desert sun
The shadows claim their prize
No solace left, no place to run
Just stars in vacant skies
While We Sleep
The city's heartbeat resonates so strange,
A twisted melody, a symphony of change,
In the midnight hour, it comes alive,
A world where desperate souls survive.
Neon shadows on the Avenue,
Lost hearts searching something new,
Through the twilight haze, as we find our way,
In this concrete jungle dreams decay
It comes alive, it comes alive, desperate souls survive.
Been places, done things, seen the unseen
The broken depths of humanity
Drifting as shadows we live in our time
With fate on our backs, behind a mask
As the sirens wail,
we dance in our state
In the dying embers of flames we embraced
Cut off from the past a lost cause in time
Fighting alone against the tide
Static Calls
In Philly’s veins, where the shadows weep,
A river of souls, where old ghosts creep.
Chasin’ lost dreams, time fades to gray,
3 AM’s cold, where the lost hearts stray.
Breath of the city, heavy with pain,
Saints and sinners carve paths through the rain.
Static, static, trapped in the haze,
Life’s a weight, countin’ down the days.
Chorus
Static, static, soul’s on fire!
Philly’s streets, they cut like wire!
Scream his name, defy the pain!
Break the silence, we’ll rise again!
Concrete and broken, hearts barely beat,
Machine keeps grindin’, no peace in the street.
Flood of the struggle, it pulls you below,
Back to the start, where the cold winds blow.
From the ashes you rose, to the dirt you’re bound,
Static, static, no hope to be found.
Chains of the past, they rattle and scream,
Lost in the dark, chasing ghosts of a dream.
Chorus
Static, static, soul’s on fire!
Philly’s streets, they cut like wire!
Scream his name, defy the pain!
Break the silence, we’ll rise again!
Bridge
Then a flash of blue cuts the crimson night,
My friend falls hard in the street’s cruel light.
Screams fill the air, then a silence so deep,
Stillness takes hold, where the angels weep.
Cold and abandoned, left to the dark,
World keeps spinnin’, no beat in its heart.
Static, static, life’s brutal trance,
Frozen in grief, no second chance.
Break / Solo
The fire consumes, but the world moves on,
A scream in my chest, though the voice is gone.
Caught in a dream, where I’m fallin’ apart,
You’re gone, my friend, and it breaks my heart.
Wake from the fall, let your spirit rise,
I see your face in these starless skies.
Static, static, I’m callin’ your name,
Philly’s streets won’t drown your flame.
Chorus
Static, static, soul’s on fire!
Philly’s streets, they cut like wire!
Scream his name, defy the pain!
Break the silence, we’ll rise again!
03 / VISUAL ARCHIVE
ART
The sleeves themselves are part of the project — shifting styles, recurring marks, old textures, photography, collage and fragments.







PAST WORKS / VISUAL FRAGMENTS
THE ARCHIVE DOESN’T HAVE TO MATCH.
Older sleeves, experiments, alternate ideas and things that never had a proper home before now.










04 / ABOUT
RANDOM APE
Music without much interest in staying in its lane.



RANDOM APE is an avant-garde alternative project that moves between post-punk, experimental rock, noise, electronics and whatever else belongs there.
The roots stretch back to songs and fragments written in the 1990s — one surviving song dates to 1994 — but the project properly came together during the 2020 lockdown, when time to write, record and experiment pulled old ideas and new material into the same place.
There is still a substantial unfinished archive behind it: more than thirty songs in various stages of becoming something.
Songs about fracture, isolation, people, connection and the strange machinery surrounding all of us.
Sometimes loud.
Sometimes uncomfortable.
Sometimes beautiful.

Early songs and fragments begin.
Lockdown gives the project time and space to properly take shape.
Released work, visual experiments and 30+ unfinished songs still moving.
TOGETHER, TOGETHER