Ritual Music #3

Some records demand more than attention. they ask for time, patience, and a willingness to be unsettled. This weekโ€™s selections lean into the longer listen: albums and projects that unfold slowly, resisting the logic of the skip, the shuffle, the half-heard. These are not songs to soundtrack the day, but to interrupt it and draw the listener into something more immersive, and at times, more disorienting.

Across these works, there is a shared preoccupation with transformation. Voices are stretched, refracted, and recontextualised; past works are stripped back and rebuilt; analogue textures are pulled into the present with renewed urgency. Whether through choral drones, minimal synth experiments, or the documentation of a live performance, each record exists in flux. Listening begins to feel less like consumption and more like participation in something unstable and alive.

The instinct to categorise quickly falls apart. What remains instead is a kind of ritualised listening: moments where repetition becomes hypnosis, where familiarity gives way to unease, and where the boundary between listener and sound begins to dissolve. These are records to sit with, to return to, and, occasionally, to get lost inside.

After the introspection and immersion of longer listens, Collective Joy is about the opposite impulse: music as shared release.

Gazelle Twin โ€“ Gazelle Twin & NYX: Deep England (2021)

Elizabeth Bernholzโ€™s Gazelle Twin alias is at her most unsettling and interesting in Deep England. The album is a rework of 2018โ€™s masterful album Pastoral, shedding drums and basslines for pulsing drones, vocal effects and resampling. NYX brings a vocal drone choir, adding Gregorian tonality and the feeling that listening is truly ritualistic. Deep England feels like it is constantly in flux, the songs evolving into multidimensional semi-hymns for an anxious generation. The subject matter of the album is pastoral England; ancient mythology and identity refracted through technology. The result is an addictive listen, in which the listener is propelled from an imagined past, to an unimaginable dark future, before landing on an uncertain, confused present.

Ruth โ€“ Polaroรฏd/Roman/Photo (1985)

Ruthโ€™s 1985 concept album has risen to classic status, in spite of selling only a handful of copies when it was first released. The only musical output of Parisian photographer Thierยญry Mรผller takes influence from Kraftwerk and Velvet Underground to create an album that is both minimalist and high-powered. In 2026 it feels vital, full of bouncing analogue basslines and early drum machine grooves. It is both danceable and deeply listenable; as apt in a club as it is playing through an overused stereo. The album is as melancholic as it is hopeful and futuristic.

Fever Ray โ€“ The Year of the Radical Romantics (2025)

Fever Rayโ€™s 2025 album captures the live essence of the Swedish artistโ€™s tour for their โ€˜Radical Romanticsโ€™ album, a Ritual Music favourite. The album is performed in near-full, complete with pitch-shifted vocals, shrieks, and synth-lines that can only be a Fever Ray. We were lucky enough to watch the show live in 2024 and it was a spectacle of collective joy. It is special to have a ritual committed to relic, not in a folder of forgotten iPhone videos, but as a crucial document of the power of beautiful song writing and a committed following.

Opus Kink – Come Over, Do Me Wrong (2026)

Come Over, Do Me Wrong is Opus Kinkโ€™s first single from their forthcoming album โ€˜The Sweet Goodbyeโ€™. The track sees the Brighton band at their best: all sleazy basslines; squawking trumpet and saxophone; and building rhythmic pressure that feels neither in control or remotely controllable. As ever lead singer Angus Rogersโ€™ poeticism finds the beauty in the darkness and sadness in the mundane as he croons:

So here it is, Merry Christmasย 

What I wanted, each cheap desireย 

A world of skin, a sluggish river

ย Sad gift wrapped in chicken wire

ย And half of any good thingย 

Is the reason it cannot be yoursย 

These laws are tugging gentlyย 

At the low hanging fruit so violently tempting youย 

This single, as with Opus Kinkโ€™s earlier work, unfolds like a noir classic. It relishes existence in the pain/pleasure barrier and appeals to our subconscious. Opus Kink write hymns for a godless age that sound like they have been given life by a Victorian poet:

Break me on your wheelย 

And leave us lying in a burning wreckย Waiting to be bornย 

See the hairs rise on my neckย 

Early in the morn

Collective Joy

In a new section, here are three tracks we would love to hear with all our friends. Not everything needs to be solitary. These are tracks that come alive on a big soundsystem, felt as much in the body as heard, where meaning is less important than presence, and connection happens in real time. Thereโ€™s something quietly radical in that simplicity.

Fatima Yamaha โ€“ Whatโ€™s a Girl to Do (Legowelt Remix) (2025)

Legoweltโ€™s remix of Fatima Yamahaโ€™s classic does exactly what you hope it will. The instantly recognisable synth melody is re-rendered with a grainy, almost 8-bit fragility, while a thick analogue bassline pushes everything forward with force. Where the original leans into introspection, this version feels built for movement: a subtle shift from solitary yearning to collective release. Patient, euphoric, and deeply physical, this is one weโ€™re desperate to hear at full volume.

Kid Drama โ€“ Trife (2017)

Kid Dramaโ€™s release on Metalheadz sits in that sweet spot where drum and bass becomes something more exploratory. Experimental sound design and sub-heavy, dubstep-adjacent basslines colliding with classic, eerie pads keeps the track in constant motion. It never quite settles, instead circling tension and release with precision. The result is a track that feels both cerebral and instinctive.

Duckett โ€“ Madoc Street (2026)

โ€˜Madoc Streetโ€™ is a masterclass in modern electro that understands exactly where it comes from. Overdriven drum patterns are offset by looping, almost disembodied vocal fragments that hover somewhere between hook and texture. Thereโ€™s a frantic energy running throughout. Itโ€™s a track that engineered for late-night naughtiness, where the outside world fades to irrelevance.


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