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In our time, depression and suicide litter the land like the broken bottles under our feet. Anxiety and detachment leave us feeling like ghosts. We turn to methods to cope, in bad habits and goodbyes. Amid this cold scenery, alternative hip hop group Ceiling Demons return to confront the emptiness with their latest LP, Nil.

A narrative album riddled with dualities, Nil explores the light and dark in themes of nature and an all-or-nothing view of existence. Conflicting emotions are delivered through introspective wordplay that gets cast like occultist spells over soundscapes that move from the hauntingly raw to the beautifully sparse. Marching through the ups and downs, the dreams and nightmares, it is a record that searches the void to find it masked by opposites, where all can be found in nothing.

Scattered by the squall… Let the dust settle... Born with nothing… Die with nothing… Return to All…

'With Nil descends a darkness, themes of male suicide, of loneliness, and lost hope prevail but with a sense of positivity that everything will and can be overcome.' 9/10 - Louder Than War

'Living and dying by their definition of the dark arts, this will greatly benefit your gramophone.' - Monolith Cocktail

'Devastatingly beautiful.' - Spotlight Music UK

'A totally unique sound, which is borderline masterpiece.' - For The Love of Bands

'An undeniably bracing listen.' - The Crack

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released September 22, 2017

All lyrics written and performed by Psy Ceiling and Dan Demon
All tracks produced and mixed by George Ruston
Live drums by Sam Reed,
Live guitar by Chris Shaw
Live bass guitar on Closeness by Will Stockbridge
Recorded at Green Man Swaler Studio
Additional vocals and harmonies by Rosey PM
Album artwork by Tim Coomber
Win Big Records - winbig002
Mastered for vinyl by Rob Irish
Butterfly Effect - BEFFECT003

Special thanks to Martin Wood-Weatherill at Green Man Swaler, Tim Head at Win Big Records, Stephen Gill, Rob Irish & David Saunders at Butterfly Effect, Nick Wesson & all the supportive souls - the heavens await to delight in you.

In Loving Memory of David & Mandy Reed,
Cody, Lamb, Hal, Paul and Matt x

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Track Name: The Rose
Every smoke that I roll, you watch me smoke to the bone
And every song that I stole will be returned once you know
That we’re all just sound and light and together we will climb
Resonate from inside, that’s your power, that’s true might.
Oh I can feel your mind; change your thoughts, make things fine.
But that’s for you to decide. I’m just here – A ghost by your side.
Running like the water in the river banks hold. Walked upon like the road.
Comfort me with your rose. My body lies where flowers grow,
So in the end when we lose all hope and drown in drink and burn in smoke.
I hope that you know you’re the life within the rose.
So in the end when we’ve lost all hope and drowned in drink and overdosed,
I hope that you know you’re the life within the rose.
I hope that you know; I’m the ghost within your bones…
Track Name: Chasing Dreams in Nightmares
Rattle through the cages,
amazed with this long lost sense of purpose,
speechless, these words ring deep within
the countryside to the man on the street.
City life married with rural roots dug deep into your bloodline, as the scallywags golden teeth shines when he speaks the truth.
Whether you’re the working class,
or blessed with a silver spoon.
The same rules apply to you,
in this game of gratitude,
as life is perceived though your eyes,
Diluted with so much emotion,
filtered through your sensations,
driven by your interactions & intentions,
caught in a net of compassion,
this equation creates manifestations
that are living and breathing
now what is real to you?

They say that Life is people, and that people are angels and the angels are devils and the devils are there for you.

They say that Life is people, and that people are angels and the angels are devils and the devils are me and you.

They say that Life is people, and that people are angels and the angels are devils and the devils are there for you.

Fear fills the depths that stress
visions of failure, thoughts of death.
It’s a twisted train wreck,
the crash, the pattern, the sounds you express.
Like the coward devoured by the towers of fear – I’m afraid.
And I escape and I create and I relate,
I feel the weigh and now I wait
Northbound, dumbfound,
floating through space.
Reaching for my anti-depression
but our futures delayed.
Accepting mistakes
but these lessons replay,
Until suppression and hate
boil jealous weight
burnt once again.
Chasing dreams in nightmares
Will our demons just fights fair?
Uncontrollable despair,
Bad ideas and blank stares
leave impressions that raise hairs.
In public you act scared,
unprepared for their glares.

They say that life is people and that people are angels and the angels are devils and the devils are me and you.
Track Name: March Forward
Rise again to another day,
to another life in another cage.
The church bells ring and call your name.
Lured into the fire like a moth to flame.
Catch alight & see the skies ablaze.
We kept it lit during the darkest days.
The winter came & claimed our mates
but we survived & praised the brave.
Returned to Grace,
cast down our rope & blades.
The battle is over the top so make a change.
Stand up and be counted for in this game.
Negativity will be slain, and replaced with a plus.
This is how we walk & every step is moving us up. Follow the lights & rise above.
The ceiling cracked with light & love.

Feel this light and love

Heading towards the sound of horns,
We’ve grown so sore from hearts now torn.
Bottled in a storm, this is unlike before
But we march forward.
Born from the barrel of a gun,
Shoot the feeling and the sun.
Who will solider on and who will die young?
Fathers, like their sons but who has the problems?
Are there solutions? Stability then ruined.
There’s a weight upon our chests that also weighs upon our heads.
Mask the stress, smoke cigarettes.
Live today like you are dead
But pay respects to the friends that passed you by and made amends.
A white rose in a flower bed.
Solider on until the end
Track Name: Without Certainty
Cigarette stained fingers
Message sent, scents linger.
Aromas, fold the papers,
burn the folder,
second place for the winners
team mates, grave faced, Let down,
disappointing. What a weight,
carried away. Carry the shame,
Undeniable mental pain. Men lay slain.
Women cry and children play.
Unaware of the past life mistakes
their parents became,
numbed down and enslaved,
growing up, they would never say.
Realise or glamorise,
thinking that freedom was
in a state, in a place, our right
unite kingdoms, European
brainwashing plates
clearing tables as cultures fade
Do you see the planes ?
infecting chemical skies
People die, so what?
accept or rejection is all we've got.

Without the substance – Without disturbance
Without the serpents – Without the burdens
Without the solace behind your curtains
You have your purpose behind the curtains and that is certain.

The voices call - return to All...
It became brutal
but the garden is fruitful
and the juice is useful
to quench the bitter with the truthful.
Half empty or half full,
take a mouthful then tell me how you feel.
This observation is always changing.
You were faded but now you’re bold.
Resolve the resolution,
the walls are falling.
No boundary stands between us.
Thrive vigorous with the ambiguous.
Follow your heart into the depth of deliverance.
The significance of your magnificence,
the significance of your magnificence
reassures the ambivalence leading me astray.
Victory rose on my judgement day.

It’s okay to reflect on choices made, voices raise with harmony that awaits…

Without the substance – Without disturbance
Without the serpents – Without the burdens
Without the solace behind your curtains
You have your purpose behind the curtains and that is certain.
Track Name: The Dark Mountain
Nitpicking priceless bounty killings,
spill the cash and see who’s loyal or fickle.
Either way have a sickle, or a knife.
Blood stained hands show who is right,
Paint the town with dark rum and dynamite.
Explode it furiously cold with frozen roses,
white like snowdrop eyelids closing.
Yorkshire kindness,
tainted all of your mindsets-in like cement,
grim up North; the stone pays the rent,
granite hearts and arguments.
Solid foundations built from grafting,
Strongholds left standing.

Your hearts a fountain,
Quit all your doubting.
Faceless mountains,
try and climb them.
Crack the sky and watch it falling,
Down with rain the storms are pouring,
Distant sunsets, dark horizons.

Fallen shadows,
haunted meadows.
Open windows,
the moment has froze.
Captured in a photo,
who are your friends
and who are your foes?
Watch them pose.
Bereaved stars and ghosts.
Dispossessed bounds now widowed.
The curtains close.
Spectators throw a round of applause.
You’ve opened doors,
now you watch them walk
shoeless towards the sound of horns.
This is a call to arms.
Open up and ring the alarms.
Escape peacefully – deal no harm.
We are all doorways,
you bang and bang until they open.
Heading towards the mountain
surrounded by fears and no ones talking,
take a bow if you’re done acting
in the company of the dark mountain.

All our surroundings
Turn into mountains.

Do what makes your heart sing and do it till your heart bleeds.
Do it till your lungs are bruised and your soul screams.
Do it till you suffocate in the hands which feed.
If you do this then you will be dying doing what you love
And transcend into birth.
Track Name: Dust
What we love will turn to dust,
open hearts soon close up.
Drain the blood and quench the thirst
that is feeding this hurt.
Mistakes mutate into misplaced scares of hate.
Guilt quilts
the worthless chills
as they spill into today.
Like the rivers, we run away
though our shadows will not escape.
Even in the brightest lights
demons remain.
I regret not saying anything,
I never saw you again.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this weight.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this wait.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this weight.

They call and I respond.
I call to no response.
It’s an endless tone,
one that I’ve got to know too well,
My friends scatter into the unknown
Four winds blow.
I lost my sense of home.
Directionless days make us feel alone.
Are you lonely and broke,
rejecting any hope -
That you may have once thought
was the best way to cope?
True love is dope.
True hate will provoke
a feeling wheedling us to throw stones.
I’ll disappear in a puff of smoke.
This world will take its toll.

You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing. You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing. You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing.
Track Name: Closeness
Feel the closeness,
Go the distance,
Detached emotions,
Caught in pictures,
Perfect people all look the same,
The way we go from day to day.

Cross out your mistakes,
Social anxieties just plague,
A population clued up on instant trades,
Shoot the messenger then escape.
Find some space and bathe in the silent spring break away to another place, breeze on your face.
Alive, you run the race.
Haunted by your traits, I watched my best friend fade.
Her eyes, lifeless, like my mates.
But she lay happily before she gave,
into the oneness, whence she came.
I became numb and afraid.
Shed some tears and dug a grave.
But I know her love remains.
Happy times soothes eternal pain.
Happy time soothes eternal pain.

Eclipsed by the moon,
I’m eclipsed by you.
All is mind and mind is dual
But all is heart and heart is true,
So shed your skin and start anew.
Connected as one, wholehearted like the sun,
Head for the flames, what was will burn
And become reborn. We kill ourselves by mind or sword.
Severed from the rope that were tied from before.
Let go of pain and return to all.
Let go of shame and return to one.
Let for of strain now feel the sun.
The light is inside of everyone so tune into nature’s song.
The vibration is pulsating all in rhythm and all in song.
All in all and all in one

Feel the closeness, go the distance, detached emotions, Caught in pictures, perfect creatures all look the same. The way we go from day to day.

Feel the closeness, go the distance, detached emotions, Caught in pictures, perfect people all look the same. The way we go from day to day.
Track Name: Capture Karma
Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

You’re like a paradox,
torn up but boxed within the psychology of thoughts.
Escaping yourself because this is a war.
This is a battle, they beat you.
You turn to the bottle or another withdrawal
to numb any sorrow that seeps from your shadows.
Mistakes mutate into a violent rage leaving you enslaved
from the trust you crave.
Something is out of place,
it’s a heavy weight when you can’t think straight
and it’s there everyday, so you have to make a change.
Let go of past patterns.
The cause and the reaction was flagging and you are lagging.
Face the dragon and race the wagon
A new road is about to open.
Wear the rings of Saturn
before it returns to teach you a lesson
Live past twenty seven.
Don’t become another victim.
Bloom in the dreams that you envision.

Fear for the rest of us,
Love like a pessimist,
Look for the messages,
Feeling repressed in this

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

My skin is cracking,
My face is aging,
My manner is changing,
And my eyes are Fading,
I gave appreciation,
I gave it my all,
Without complaining - Take it.

Hesitate in a moment, to contemplate in a thought.
Make a sound before you talk, then see the door.
Walk for the hell of it. Work for the rest of it.
These words are irrelevant but stay the same.
This portrait needs a new lick of paint.
Benefit from a beat in vain.
Well I'll take the blame.
Blood cells, ball and chain.

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner

Fear for the rest of us,
Love like a pessimist,
Look for the messages,
Feeling repressed in this

Meaningless sentiments, caused by your resonance, just like Americans, lead by a president.
Lost in a monetary, dead in a cemetery.
Now do you really see?
Which grave would you like to be?

Capture karma, karmacoma, no candle lights in the darkest corner
Track Name: Elegy of Nil
All you want is a hand to hold without the walls surrounding all the feelings that you had withdrawn beneath the floors are in the soil.

Planted in people’s minds, unaware at times to the love that chimes, the bells call. Stars align. Feel alive. Sometimes these sounds soundtrack the breakdown – documented in melody, scattered memories come back in various pieces. Oh I analyse the distance I exhibit. Exhibit my heart. Escaping became a habit so when the river flows with the lost souls – liquid emotion lip syncs with the poet. Prophetic yet pathetic, I wish these walls would crumble. The feeling rumbles deep inside when you’re lopsided by the violence. Suffer in silence or escape. The comedown will take its toll. So blinded by beauty, cut out my eyes and shoot me so no body can keep me from the love that surrounds all the ups and downs, held in sounds. This is my message. Well I hope that I made your proud.

All you want is a hand to hold without the walls surrounding all the feelings that you had withdrawn beneath the floors are in the soil.

Document yourself masked in music, this is the truth, this is the proof. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. Missed the signs like I’m so blind to love and be loved. No question, no distraction, negative thought patterns will be erased. All that self doubt and hate is a waste of space and I feel you relate. Caught up in cycles, a hurricane came and claimed the pain that they called shame. What became of the dreams you dreamed, why are you afraid to break the chains that leave you enslaved in this endless escape. Redeem your darkest dreams to succeed. Dig a hole and bury the deceased and bury the deceased.

All you want is a hand to hold without the walls surrounding all the feelings that you had withdrawn beneath the floors are in the soil.

The funeral was beautiful but the fruit was not ripe.
I kind of find it difficult sometimes.
I wish I could have been by your side.
Is it a selfish thing to pray that this music would make you sing
or at least feel?
Because the numbness nested,
volatile and restless the past haunts the present.
Everything causes an effect.
Affected by the effort that’s projected,
deep inside I hope to write my way out of this life
but if my demons leave me,
I’m afraid my angels may take flight too...

Trace your footsteps, past regrets.
Beautiful moments, life and death,
sad times and happiness, experiences, people left.
People gained, every breath, every step,
lucid dreams naively met.
Innocence,
we-advance,
we romance,
love and dance to the rhythms
Every decision,
lesson,
blessing,
caught in a sentence,
even upsetting, pleading, pleasing all has a meaning,
even demons evoking feelings,
you are breathing and we are bleeding
our hearts out for these reasons.
No more ceilings,
now I'm leaving this - all up to you.

Planted in the people they never leave you, we return to All…

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