Choronzon - In My Own Lifeblood I Exult To Float

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I'll quote the source I got this back from but I have to ask: for the Market? Is this person taking the piss? Doesn't
matter, thirty-three copies were handed out one enchanted evening. All present were anonymous, so when the master tape
was lost, I never thought I'd hear this again. I didn't title this collection, but the original torrenter called it
that, so I figured I'd create a cover. Some of you may recall the image.



Quoth the source of my prodigal demon child:



Year: 1991



Songs:



1: In My Own Life Blood I Exult To Float

2: Cruel and Epicene

3: Agony and Bliss

4: Visitation of Dread Desire

5: Crossing the Abyss



Length: 00:49:54



This is some very primitive and even more lysergic Black Metal. The final track sounds like tape manipulation done in a
parking garage. In comparison to the only publicly traded demo they did before they signed to Nocturnal Art, this is
much rawer and less "experimental" and more experimental, if you know what I mean. For the later demo they seemed to be
trying to pull in Throbbing Gristle fans with their electronics and cutup arrangements.



I'm guessing that at this point Mr. Williams was just starting to consider making this project something for the market,
though the vocals still sound more like incantations from rituals and do not necessarily make for the best rockin'
entertainment.



A very hard tape to get a hold of, as he was still only giving copies to persons present at the event itself. The
individual who passed this on to me told me it was recorded in a network of underground caverns under the city of
Providence, RI. As with anything that has to do with Choronzon and P. Emerson Williams, there's no way to verify the
stories.



My source for this recording refuses to tell me who he is or how he obtained it. Apparently some were injured in the
process of the performance and were considered to be chosen and special for the experience. I used to run into people
from this strange cult a lot back in the nineties, but they must all be locked away by now.

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