unholy rhythms

Upon your depature, I discovered a small, leatherette notebook filled with sketchings, thoughts, and plans. My eyes would swell with spiteful tears, angry that you, once vibrant and luminescent, had decided to take your leave. I could barely make out the words that were soon replaced by descriptive and crude effigies. Your prayers, set in scrawl and scribble, were to no deity I had ever known. There, it contained your nightly worship. Calling upon the omnipotent, pitiless divinities: “Praise be to those that caused my skin to thicken - that hurled cruel and spiteful words in the blossoming days of my youth. How I thank those that shunned me - that turned their backs on me in dire time of need. Thank you, duplicitous and loving friends that built me up with words and adoration - then kindly and slowly twisted their instruments of destruction in my belly. Though I may be tormented and malformed, my purpose only grew stronger. Full of conviction and diligent determination…” As your maniacal musings trailed off, I could no longer contain my heartache. Sobbing and forlorn - confused and mournful. Abandoned amity.

“Miss You” by Perpetual Ritual is a bit like eavesdropping on a secret urging for forgiveness after a necromancy spell gone awry - begging for another chance to never dissolve. As the the “oh-ohs” climb like foggily like smoke behind the pounding heart-heart beats of a drum, you are beseeched to never leave - solicited by the near breaking vocals, the hand claps, and the strum of the petitioning guitar. Pining and yearning. Rueful, forlorn pop chaperoned by masked vocals with a baleful yet bittersweet tinge. Amazing.

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♪ File under: lo-fi, horror pop