Letting himself be consumed by mindlessness, RKYVZ hits the world with his latest album, Pharmakeia. If you think for one second you shouldn’t be warned before walking into this record, you would be damning yourself to a serious nightmare.
What feels like a half-hour of complete discomfort can’t be described by any common term. RKYVZ coined the definition “lo-fi industrial apocalypse prog” to define the product he has released into this universe. Not only are we examining a record with close to no solid definition, but one that’s also been conceived in probably the most stressful and absolutely traumatic recording environment I could imagine; mentally-ill, sleep-deprived, drug-addicted, in an apartment with walls and doors boarded up, and on an old keyboard splattered with our dear RKYVZ’s blood.
Let us not forget what the general holy grail of artwork is: The evoking of emotion, any emotion at all, that then transcends and evolves into different areas of thoughtfulness throughout one’s cognitive function. RKYVZ definitely pulls at this concept of emotional cause and effect, whichthe majority of the artist population miss the mark on. However, this channeling of energy must strive for an end point for someone or something else. That something might be the universe, as RKYVZ directly expulses his art towards nothing and everything. Basically speaking, RKYVZ definitely lets himself burst out on this record (which is not the easiest feat) but unfortunately, this only causes discomfort for the listener.
This discomfort is communicated exponentially throughout the entire album, and forces onto the listener a constant, and unrelenting wave of pain. This feels like an irresponsible way of imposing one’s artful mind unto those only looking for deeper meaning. This isn’t sharing your experience; it is forcing your pain onto others in a crude and one-sided fashion. Pharmakeia was clearly developed as an attestation to one person’s psychosis: Seems like that is a selfish lens to look through when regarding art as a whole.
When considering sonority only, and aside the panic being continuously present, we can see that RKYVZ comprehends what it is to record an album, but hey, that really isn’t all you need when recording a record. Needless to say, any thought had while listening is always overridden by total anxiety and terror. These feelings are always worth acknowledging and respecting, however this was not the result of this record. Random nonsense rarely equates true artwork.
Written by Talia Plante
*Edited by Dominic Abate