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Demo

by Ritual Error

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1.
Hijacked by distorted pleasure. Our counterparts seize us away from center. Static displacing what I knew. We’ll enlarge our tongues for the tip of Eros’ last drop. Can’t decipher anything beyond the barriers of our skin. Holding all essence of the living, captive. Enslaved due to chemicals. We scramble. It doesn’t stop. Can’t decipher anything beyond the barriers of our skin. Holding all essence of the living, captive. We have each other in the worst way. You get everything I have left but after release you’re just a means to an end.
2.
Ludorum 02:24
The seconds don’t recognise each other. Commune of the inverted scuttle under the moon’s last glow. Bulbous ceiling taunts that it will have its way. For now we’re tied together, a fiend-faced paperchain, for now we’re tied together we’re the displaced. In an ideal inferno, I burn first. Another wisp of matter, antagonising the wind. Once part of this fiend-faced macabre paperchain. Once part of this fiend-faced macabre paperchain. Sick charades no more Sick charades sick sick sick charades Sick charades no more sick charades sick sick sick charades Sick charades no more Sick charades sick sick charades Sick charades no more sick charades sick charades White noise, white noise, white noise in the language of the dark absolute absolute. Sick charades no more Sick charades sick sick sick charades Sick charades no more sick charades sick sick charades Sick charades no more sick charades sick charades Sick charades no more sick charades sick charades Our final acts left. Desire in its truest form, ignores tact. Disarray smiles with dare in the everyday without loyalty. The seconds won’t recognise each other. We’re the commune of the immolated, we’re crusting away from each other. There will be nothing to show.
3.
Gridlock AD 02:17
Cicada circuit, underground living. Burrow all the stillness. Serenity hidden. Out of range of the domain of the deranged. Suffocation by excess process. Duration deficit. Deliria-adjacent. Merely machines of habit regardless of how advanced their function is. Elastic we aren’t, it’s always the first wish. Threshold crossed too far, to retain the shape of previous things. Wound so tight, brains and fingers bulge, can’t fathom freedom, gridlock. Elastic we aren’t, it’s always the first wish. Threshold crossed too far, to retain the shape. Keep your haven in mind when havocs before your eyes. Haven in mind, (havocs) before your eyes. Deliria-adjacent, deliria-adjacent. Glass tiers peer over twisting the generosity of the sky. Man-made menacing, screeching to be seen, the hypnotic cry. Ruin’s guised as the things they think they love, now their judgement is gone. They disappear between the lines. Disappear between the lines. Elastic we aren’t, it’s always the first wish. When the end’s in sight that’s when their sainthood begins. Now they’re in gridlock, gridlock. Gridlock, gridlock, gridlock. Gridlock, gridlock, gridlock, gridlock, gridlock.

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released November 4, 2022

Aaron Akeredolu - Vocals and lyrics
Okala Elesia - Guitar
Alessandro Incorvaia - Bass
David Thair - Drums

All songs written by Ritual Error
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Alessandro Incorvaia at Pirate Studios, Dalston in June - July 2022
Drums pre-mixing and engineering advisor - Paul Bosco
Cover artwork design by David Thair and Aaron Akeredolu

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Ritual Error London, UK

Noisy shameless post-hardcore/punk from London. Revolution Summer all year round.

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