Although the time has passed. And "bigger" pop artist's got their shine with certain titled song's and expensive music video's. Allowing little teenage girl's & boy's scream eternally about how much they want to have, "BAD BLOOD". The name in itself is something completely different for me...
I see the title and I can't help but feel the hard work-dedication, the sweat and tears, those two words have put me through. We ALL have been to hell & back for this band in the last 4 year's. But I'm not here to banter about how much I hate and loath the time of T-swift and some other radio hits that died out.
I'm here to explain the origin of the double red B's, known as BAD BLOOD.
Time traveling back to 2014 or 2015 maybe even earlier. I really wanted to be apart of another metal band. I've started bands, I've joined band's. Even standing in for people in other band's. Whether it was within my preferred genre. I still got the job done. One way or another, you fail and trot forth towards sunrise knowing you fucked up. And should NEVER be in an indie-rock band again...
Sitting in a local star bucks reading a Predator comic and a Rob Zombie book(Yes, I'm that nerd that goes out of his way to get the full spill on a movie. I want to read what could have been on screen but couldn't due to film Nazis that love holding creative's back. The books were the uncut scripts) So sitting alone at a table with my headphones in. Minding my own gluteus maximus. My phone is blowing up in between convos about how my first band failed and now I'm trying to find my place on this round planet. A certain track from Ministry pops up in my ear holes. It's a blistering track that starts off with an annoying yet familiar screech. Then quickly turns into the aggressive industrial song called, "BAD BLOOD". A song I've had with me since I discovered Ministry from the Matrix soundtracks. I would blast this song in my bedroom while headbanging so hard. My apartment neighbor's would call the cops on me for being too loud. Lip singing to Uncle Al, screaming,
"What's lies? Full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned Those aren't tears, They're just bad bad blood
Just bad bad blood!".
But it did not occur to me to use the title as a band name, just yet. While scrambling through text messages and answering questions. Finally I was giving the idea, "I should start another band..But what would be the name?". I mentioned there was a Predator comic with me. This comic was like a insight to the different types of(nerd alert) "YAUTJA" aka predators. If you're following me... one YAUTJA was an outcast. One that stayed to his own. Killed whomever, where ever and how ever he felt. Even his own kind! Which was insane because the YAUTJA were so closely kept to each other. Honor is all they know. But clearly he, known as BAD BLOOD, did not follow orders. And he is brutal as fuck!
After tossing names back and forth. Scribbling down symbols and retarded fonts. I got so frustrated, I stopped and put everything down. Thought to myself that I needed to go home. So I did, it was raining heavily that night. I stayed up late in my bedroom. Just obsessing over what name to call my member-less band. Then long story short, Ministry circled around again though my playlist. The Predator comic was sitting on my bed. BAD BLOOD was clearly the answer. I wrote down the double red B's. Got to sketching. Then the rest is ever growing history!
So fuck that nonsense that came a year or two after I got the name!