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AR#1 BLOOD RHYTHMS "SICK SKIN LIVE" C50
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From 2010 to 2016, Zylo performed both solo and with organised groups as Blood Rhythms. When playing out of town, there were times when group performances were organized remotely and well in advance. For example, at Denver Noise Fest, an early version of "Alchemy & Grief" was performed with several people throwing around duct taped boxes full of glass at each other. There were also three people playing belt sanders against sheet metal. Several mirrors were used to reflect light in an otherwise dark venue; Mirrors which were also uniformly smashed during the performance. The curators of the fest had collected months worth of beer bottles for us, to their credit. In Cleveland, Zylo organized an evening of radio-based noise performances, with his actual performance being integrated into a broadcast with several performers and their radios (15-20) tuning into the same broadcasting frequency of the performance, so as to give off a real-time broadcast feedback ceremony. Zylo's performance fedback on itself, and then he was allowed to run sound on the soundboard for the remainder.
In Chicago, Zylo's home base at the time, Blood Rhythms performances sometimes featured several drummers, and often a brass and horn section, making dense, droning noise for a scathing delivery of what was often referred to as "weirdo power electronics". Blood Rhythms' Civil War LP was released in 2019 from professional studio recordings, and with tons of source material from various players. While the LP features contributions from dave phillips, Bruce Lamont, Wyatt Howland, Daniel Burke, Mike Weis, and others, the genesis of the material really came to fruition when Arvo was alone on tour, and enduring long bus rides. Specifically, in 2013, when dealing with a traumatic relationship, Zylo performed three times in Cleveland, with some very bad news he'd been informed of while on tour. One of these performances was captured on Cleveland radio station WCSB, with radio feedback being integrated into the presentation. Other live sets involved self-flagellation, and Zylo wrapping himself in packing tape, so as to amplify his heartbeat and his throat with contact mics.
"Sick Skin Live" is a small collection of what solo live recordings remain from that time. For those who haven't seen these performances, it can help to give a greater understanding to the context of Blood Rhythms' "Civil War" LP. Since then, Zylo may have permanently blown out his voice, so the amount of these types of performances are numbered. We hope you enjoy it. Either way, we humbly appreciate your time and consideration.
AR#2 SBTDOH "DREGS: BLOODY SCABS SEEPING FROM GRAVEL UNDER THE SKIN" C29
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AR#3 RAGK "THE TOWER I BUILT IS FALLING OVER AGAIN AND I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE" C40
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The symbology of Towers in literature and other media is highly contested as to its meaning, but as with all symbols, trying to find a homogenous meaning is ultimately fruitless. One way in which the Tower can be interpreted is as a metaphor for mental health. A shoddily made tower, constantly at risk of falling over. Makeshift to begin with, materials barely suited for a children's arts and crafts project much less a structure of any variety. Every meltdown averted could be represented as a frantic shoulder pushing the Tower back into place, hoping this time, finally it will stay put. Another beer, another piece of duct tape. It's more duct tape than Tower at this point. And one day soon, it shall finally collapse, destroying everything and everyone in its path.
AR#4 BLOOD OF CHHINNAMASTIKA "LIVE//DEATH" C80
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Live offerings provided from 2018-2020 at various altars such as KFJC and other radio performances, Norcal and Tulsa Noisefests and other rare and strange blossomings. Evocations giving rise to the illusion that consciousness is an emergent property unlike the more truthful version of the story that it is a fundamental aspect of the universe as mass is inseparable from physical matter. When occult speeches and fundamentalist christian sermons are cut up and rearranged new narratives are formed that synchronize with mental thought patterns of the listener until the barrier between listener and the sounds being listened to are dissolved. Vast seas of ignorance spewed forth from some of the most learned institutions in the world. Feedback loops of data, audio and the five elements give rise to new forms of etheric beings. Tantric mantras of horrendous strength are blasted into your primetime prairie home. Your greatest fears are a hallway of mirrors that give rise to the great delusion that holds together the entire world. The illusion of the self. This is a necessary evil!
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