bloococoon - pronounced like blue cocoon - began as a quiet reckoning. A search for meaning in the noise that followed heartbreak, endings, and the small miracles of starting again. The sound that emerged is part dream, part confrontation: guitars shimmer and crack, rhythms pulse like a heartbeat caught between fear and release.

Recorded in Seattle and released on Little Cloud Records, the band’s self-titled debut became a collection of moments where melody met distortion and feeling met surrender — songs that drift between beauty and collapse, refusing to resolve neatly. Across its eight tracks, textures bloom and unravel: the haunting pulse of “Into the Sunset and Fade,” the slow radiance of “Blossom Like a Rose,” and the restless movement of “Stranger Amongst Strangers” each tracing their own emotional contour. The result is an album that feels both intimate and widescreen — a balance of ache and lift that invites you in without ever fully letting you go.

What began as a solitary reflection has grown into a collective momentum. The record earned rotation on 90.3 KEXP, landed at #56 on The Big Takeover’s “Top 200 Albums of 2024,” and received an honorable mention in The Stranger’s “Top Local Releases of 2024.” Each nod affirmed what listeners were already discovering — that bloococoon’s music doesn’t just play; it lingers.

In 2025, bloococoon released “You Being You,” a standalone single glowing with ’80s nostalgia and the same raw light that fueled their beginning — a reminder that vulnerability can still sound fearless. The band carried that spirit onto festival stages, from the woods of Timber! Outdoor Music Festival to a sold-out night at The Triple Door in Seattle, where their collaboration with visual artist Lightgazr turned sound into color and motion.

Built by musicians who have all lost and rebuilt parts of themselves along the way, bloococoon is less a band than a shared heartbeat — a thread of sound pulled taut between ruin and bloom.

And as their story unfolds, that thread keeps moving — through radios, through rooms, through anyone still listening for something that feels alive.