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beehaikuUboa’s notes on All the Dead Melt Down as Rain (2025):
Made in a dizzy haze during a bout of chronic illness, All the Dead Melt Down as Rain was hastily constructed almost entirely in the bedroom. Dealing with (my/Xandra's) experience with POTS, it is a vague, noisy, anxious, and depressive muck taking cues from (my/her) older works, The Sky May Be and The Origin of My Depression (of which the final track is a 'reimagining' of the latter's opening track, Detransitioning). Composed from quick improvisations then carved into their final form over several weeks, All the Dead ranges from harsh noise to depressive doom metal to avant-garde classical and classic death industrial.
With POTS, blood flow to the brain is compromised, leading to dizzy spells, brain fog, syncope, headaches, and panic-like symptoms. All the Dead aims to capture how this reduced cerebral blood capacity feels — like passing out into a nightmare — all while everybody outside has forgotten you exist.
Dedicated to anybody else who struggles with the unpredictably boring horror of chronic illness.
Made in a dizzy haze during a bout of chronic illness, All the Dead Melt Down as Rain was hastily constructed almost entirely in the bedroom. Dealing with (my/Xandra's) experience with POTS, it is a vague, noisy, anxious, and depressive muck taking cues from (my/her) older works, The Sky May Be and The Origin of My Depression (of which the final track is a 'reimagining' of the latter's opening track, Detransitioning). Composed from quick improvisations then carved into their final form over several weeks, All the Dead ranges from harsh noise to depressive doom metal to avant-garde classical and classic death industrial.
With POTS, blood flow to the brain is compromised, leading to dizzy spells, brain fog, syncope, headaches, and panic-like symptoms. All the Dead aims to capture how this reduced cerebral blood capacity feels — like passing out into a nightmare — all while everybody outside has forgotten you exist.
Dedicated to anybody else who struggles with the unpredictably boring horror of chronic illness.
