#ritualcore

Saturn has always been a force I wrestle with — restriction, karmic weight, and delayed, unending transformations. Ash Loop. Phoenix Syndrome… Whatever you might wanna call it; but if you’re ruled by Saturn, or carry a Saturn complex in your natal chart or transits, you should definitely feel what it means to be ruled and crushed by the mighty Goat God. Since you are usually forced to advance, endure, and to face relentless tests in life and within yourself.

With all that… I promised I’d make a song for the most restless of them all one day. Here we are.

I created this during one of the darkest periods of my life, so it carries most of my fury, desperation and humor.

This project is through AI collaboration. The single has two tracks of the same song with some difference in music and lyrics.

Full lyrics, concept, art direction, structure by me, and part of the composition as well.

If Saturn rules or breaks you too, you’ll prolly feel what I’ve channeled in this sonic art, Enough, Saturn!

Welcome to the entry point of my world of cosmic rebellion, sorrow, and satire…

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[Avant-Garde Hip Hop · Slam Poetry · Art Punk · Post Pop · Experimental Music]

Main song (slightly shorter, sharper & surgical): https://open.spotify.com/track/1K9mLCMOcx4Y0j9wl4uJa9?si

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Full version (more unhinged, more shadow & air): https://open.spotify.com/track/0A5C2UDujfRSkSdV9fYGeW?si

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Poodles have human-like eye spacing. By Place of Weird.

Every Star 1 has left the building It’s got prayers for girls who kill. Comics about divine punishment. Photos from the edge of collapse. Ads for nothing. Tips on how to survive the summer without touching the ground.

IT’S ABOUT TIME HE GOES TO BENJI —     their circles are so closely intertwined at this point. Salem trusts him, which isn’t an accomplishment by any means, but Hawk does too — enough that he’s welcomed to some of the gang parties — and Conrad can feel the magic crackling from him. It’s a little intimidating. 

But Conrad still goes to him, messenger bag tucked comfortably underneath his arm, like it always is. He doesn’t knock — it’s a bad habit he has gotten into, just showing up unannounced. He feels Dante’s keen eyes on him long before he makes himself visible to anyone in the house. Donaleigh seems to notice him but says nothing, eyes only barely flickering from the book he reads. Conrad climbs the stairs. 

Solitary, closed off in his tower, Conrad finds @ritualcore pouring over books. It’s exactly where he expected to find him, given what little he knows about him, but what he didn’t expect to find was everything else. Well, he sort of did — everyone tells him how into magic Benji is, but Conrad has never quite felt this much energy come from a room before. It doesn’t deter him, though, not in the slightest. He pulls his skull out from his bag, placing it down on the desk in front of the magician that seems to notice the shift in the air — Conrad always brings the cold with him. 

“ — Could use your help, ”     he wants to see him jump, because he’s an asshole, so he doesn’t appear to him right away, but when he does decide to show himself, he is lounging in the closest chair, making himself right at home.     “ Someone did these carvings for me almost fifteen years ago now, and I don’t really understand how it works. But I want to. ”