Late to the World

Know How It Hurts

Royalty

Give In

forever

Written by Ryan Ritual
Performed by Mating Ritual
Pedal Steel by JD Carrera
Background Vocals by Marina Aguerre and Lizzy Land
Drums by Paul Doyle
Produced by Ryan Ritual
Mixed by Omar Yakar
Mastered by Gene Grimaldi

Lyrics:

Nail my bones to this bar

Cuz I won’t be selling out

Pour one out for the shark

My love

What have I done

Take me to the ending

Where the nihilists save face

I didn’t get dressed up for nothing

Buffalo Blades

You know I gotta

I’ve got to die a few times

Before I live, before I live

I’ve gotta let the demons win

To live

Hide my soul in the car

Cuz my body won’t be long

Rorschach stains from my nose

My nose

Should’ve stayed at home

Take me to the ending

Where the trophies are for me

I didn’t get fucked up for nothing

Buffalo Blades

You know I’ve gotta

I’ve got to die a few times

Before I live, before I live

I’ve gotta let the demons win

To live

You know I’ve gotta

I’ve got to die a few times

Before I live, before I live

I’ve gotta let the demons win

To live

Take me to the ending 

Where I throw away my keys

I’ve got to die a few times

Before I live, before I live again

I’ve gotta let the demons win

To live

Shangri-blah

Buffalo Blades

Little Highways

Smile

OH MY GOD

On The Edge

Dance Called Memory

I'm Not Ready for the Change

Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

Order Eats the Sun

On The Edge

Jake Huffman