Rituals EP

Style: Gothic post-punk, ritual post-punk Mid-tempo, hypnotic Mood: Seductive, controlled, theatrical menace Vocals: Female, commanding, chant-like phrasing Notes: Tribal toms, bass-forward, echo guitar Seduction without vulnerability

Style / Genre: Dark post-punk / gothic post-punk Tribal percussion, tom-heavy drums, minimal bassline Angular, echo-drenched guitar Cold, sparse atmosphere with ritual tension Mood: Hypnotic, menacing, mystical Seductive but threatening Dreamlike, shadowy, otherworldly Tempo: Mid-tempo (steady, stalking rhythm) Vocals: Female vocalist Deep, commanding, dramatic delivery Incantatory phrasing, half-spoken / half-sung Strong accent on consonants, theatrical cadence Lyrical Themes: Power, deception, forbidden rituals Desire mixed with danger Mythic or symbolic imagery (mirrors, veils, smoke, heat, gold, whispers) Sense of being lured into something beautiful but cruel Lyrics Style: Short, sharp lines Repetition like a chant No modern slang Poetic, slightly surreal Darkly sensual, confrontational Structure: Intro with drums and bass → verses that build tension Chorus feels like a ritual refrain, not melodic pop Instrumental breaks emphasizing percussion and guitar texture

Style: Cold gothic post-punk Minimal, sparse Mood: Detached, cruel restraint Vocals: Low, distant, emotionally withheld Notes: Space is as important as sound Silence weaponized

Ascetic post-punk ritual track, Minimal, stripped instrumentation: dry, muted bass carrying the song, sparse tom-heavy drums with a ceremonial pulse, occasional single-note guitar stabs treated with cold reverb, no lush pads, no ornamentation, Rhythm feels like a controlled march or invocation rather than dance, Tempo steady, restrained, hypnotic, Mood is self-possessed and transformational, inward and severe, The song documents identity dissolving into discipline and control, not through emotion but through will, Lyrics are sparse, declarative, almost instructional—short lines, repetition, no metaphor excess, Vocals delivered with calm authority and emotional restraint, neutral to slightly detached, never seductive, never pleading, Think spoken-sung phrases, measured breath, unwavering tone, No big chorus lift—power comes from repetition and restraint, Overall feel is ritual, austerity, control achieved through reduction

Ritual post-punk finale built on a slow, unchanging pulse, Minimal instrumentation: deep, steady bass repeating a single figure, sparse floor-tom or kick pattern like a heartbeat, occasional distant guitar harmonics or muted strikes, used sparingly and never developing, No melodic growth, no dynamic swell, Mood is absolute finality and emotional zero—not sadness, not triumph, just completion and emptiness, The track feels like the last rite after everything has already ended, Lyrics are minimal, repetitive, declarative, with lines that feel ceremonial or verdict-like rather than expressive, Vocals are almost monotone, priestess-like, delivered with calm ritual authority, No seduction, no drama, no emotional arc, The song refuses climax or resolution, maintaining the same tension throughout, and ends either unresolved or abruptly, as if the ritual simply stops after a bell slowly chimes 4 times