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Sion Rain.

A symbiotic being, made out of time particles, existing within a UK human host, communicating through music.

The music of Sion Rain will not adhere to genre, will not shy from the sonic, mixes melody with chaos, love with anger and wields every musical note as a weapon with which to cut away the bullshit and deconstruct the world as it is today.

The world lacks equality. the world lacks justice. The many suffer while the few prevail. Illegal wars rage and countries are decimated in the name of resources. The planet is consumed,screaming, while consumer globalization works to turn us all into a mindless, homogenous mulch, worshipping plastic idols and corporate ideals.

Commodity fetishism takes hold.

The time for action is at hand.

Join Sion. Join him now.

I'll meet you at the celebration of the newly free world. And let us be quick!

FULL BIO:

In 1955 at Los Alamos National Laboratory, Albuquerque, New Mexico, research into how to increase rates of metabolism in cattle, by manipulating the passage of time, accidentally led to the discovery of Chronos Particles by Professor John Cashing. Cashing, however, was never to understand his discovery fully, as the anomaly which gave rise to it, claimed his life in the process.

Chronos particles were found to be the building blocks of the time stream itself, hidden within all universal matter and anti-matter. Shortly after Cashing was killed, the project was shut down and all evidence of his research was destroyed, or so it was thought. The small sample of discovered particles was quickly removed by one of the research scientists, who, without thinking, ingested them, hoping that Cashing’s discovery might be preserved for future study.

Upon being consumed, however, the particles fused with his human consciousness, they became sentient, existing now as an isolated, symbiotic being, trapped forever within a human host. That first host suddenly found himself able to see all past and future events, all running at once, in parallel, over an infinite number of possible timelines. Unable to control it, every moment of rage and love, sadness and triumph that had ever been and ever could be, closed upon him, welling up inside until, no longer with any sense of a fixed reality, he flung himself from his roof.

As his blood spilled into the soil, the soil was gorged upon by worms, as the worms were eaten by the birds, so too were the particles passed on, from creature to creature, lying dormant, eagerly awaiting their next human host.

The year is 2009. The current host has been found and resides in the UK. He is left now with music as the only option, the one way to purge himself of the visions, to deconstruct the world as it hurtles blindly, towards futures that perpetually alternate around the events of the present. He must run forever, reality changing like a fluid around him, screaming out from within, with the voice of the creature that calls itself Sion Rain.