Today, trailblazing electronic pop duo Purity Ring announce their highly-anticipated self-titled LP due out on September 26 via the fellowship. Their new single, ‘place of my own’ out now serves as a fresh preview to the album. LISTEN TO ‘PLACE OF MY OWN’ HERE + PRE-ORDER LP HERE.

‘place of my own’, is a euphoric and pulsating 2025 trance anthem that takes us out of place and time. The words “all i want is a place of my own / some way to be alone” serve as a spell over the blissful synth melodies that have become a signature of Purity Ring’s sound. The track takes the listener to a series of disappearing places: “come find me where the ocean’s gleaming off the sky / come find me where the cliffside calls / we’re out of time.” Yearning for a sense of belonging amid places that are slowly fading out of view on a burning planet. This new single brings us the glimmering satisfaction we’ve come to expect from this duo, yet it lingers with the melancholy feeling of slipping away.

Purity Ring share, “This is one of those songs that came into being with ease and immediacy. We were in a hazy forest in the mountains, and the beat felt just like the cloud we were in. It was succinct and ready for the type of lyrics that imbued places we dream of, places we wish we could exist in, places we see everyday but are just out of reach. In the end, this song is meant as a sort of spell in the way that maybe we can reach these places if we watch our steps carefully, if we take the time to build them for ourselves.”

Purity Ring’s self-titled fourth album marks the beginning of a bold new chapter as the band’s most immersive release to date. Long known for their fusion of body horror imagery and ethereal electronics, the duo now shift their focus from the physical to the fantastical, crafting a concept album that serves as the soundtrack to an imagined RPG. Inspired by games like Nier Automata and Final Fantasy X, the record tells the story of two hapless characters — embodiments of mj and Corin — on a journey to build a kinder world amid the ruins of a broken one. But this is no escapist fantasy: it is the first step of forbidden dreaming, of imagining a place where the vulnerable are heeded, where grief is spoken aloud and held collectively, where family is a verb rather than a noun, where hope and home can bloom together.