I’ve purchased noise tapes that have been nailed to planks of wood, unlabeled floppy disks, painted mini-disks, and CDs whose cases are covered in some sort of plastic goo. Even among these nihilistic competitors of packaging, Blood Rhythms’ Assembly stands out for its intensive craftsmanship (in the most appropriately filthy way) and calls back to earlier days of underground experimental music.
The record’s multi-directional recording foundation demands a beautiful sound-system in order to take in the full experience of the industrial decay that Arvo Zylo has pressed to vinyl. However, I suppose playing the record over the PA of an abandoned warehouse would work just as well. The rusted conveyor belts and creaking meat lockers of Chicago still lord over American noise music.
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