As I mentioned in my previous reviews, what I enjoy about James Keeler’s work is how it manages to straddle the line between noise and dark ambient. Sometimes he falls definitively on one side or the other, but it is this mixture of noise and calm that I find intriguing About his work. Then again, this is on Self Abuse Records, so let’s see what this particular tape sounds like.

The opening track, “Restless Serpents Clothed In Rainbows And Fire” is grinding and dark. This is the sound of entropy. Shortwave radios belch out distorted voices and static over a bass rhythm. Well done. “The Cold Flame” combines heavy synth drones over crunchy noise and distortion. It's a nice juxtaposition of soothing, hypnotic synth and noise. On “Howling Winds Of Black Acid Mist,” bits of feedback over the static threaten to pull it all apart. Disembodied voices poke through the waves of static and hum. An organ comes in that gives it an odd feel, like you've just stumbled into a carnival in an industrial slum, like something out of a story by Thomas Ligotti. “When Hells Blackest Evil Walked The Earth” answers the question of when Wilt was going to unload some noise. I mean this is a tape on Self Abuse Records! Distorted bass and heavy static and what sounds like heavily processed voice. In the end it all fades away until only the bass remains, then nothing. Silence.

We flip the tape over and are met with “Limitless Abysses Of Inexplicably Coloroued Twilight.” This is much different than previous tracks. Think of a carnival organ on hallucinogens. Everything just seems off kilter and pitchshifted. The synth warbles and reels along as static waves pull in and out. “Organic Prisms” is an interesting track that keeps the weirdness going - everything is run through a machine-gun like staccato. Synth seems to cut off randomly. Suddenly, he pulls back the curtain and you get to hear what sounds like the unprocessed source. “Monotonous Walls Of Dripping Putrid Flesh And Crumbling Bone” is full of pounding, cavernous drones, reminiscent of Lustmord's The Monstrous Soul. “A Council Of Demons” brings in plodding synth line with wind howling and guttural sounds. I like how it kind of falls apart at the end. “Corporeal” is sparse noise, and more atmospheric than previous tracks. Scraping and crackling noises with some bass drone. Interesting. “Dreams Filled With Blasphemous Hybrids” closes out the tape with the sound of subterranean demolition, with everything run through a healthy amount of reverb. Nicely done.

The best explanation that I can give for this album is "uneasy listening." Wilt manages to evoke a kind of uneasiness that matches the title. This is music for the tomb, for caverns, for those moments between dreams and nightmares. If you are looking for something to relax to, this isn't it. Instead, this would go quite well as the soundtrack for your next haunted house experience.