WILT/EN NIHIL-PSYCHIC CONSTELLATION-SPLIT-CD
DARK AMBIENT/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOIZE
WILT IS: DAN HALL & JAMES P. KEELER
EN NIHIL IS :ADAM FRITZ
TRACKS 1-3: RECORDED,PRODUCED AND MASTERED BY: JAMES P. KEELER
TRACKS 4-8: MASTERED BY:TAYLOR VOELTZ
LAYOUT BY: KEELER DESIGNS. FRONT COVER BY: JAMES P. KEELER
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE W/ GLOSSY OBFUSCATED RECORDS ART CARD
AND AN OBFUSCARED RECORDS STICKER.
I.) PSYCHIC CONSTELLATION:
Rain falls and twigs crack as birds and other wildlife call out to each other trying to figure out what's going on.
A heavy darkness pervades the air.A looming black cloud of thick ambience.Synth pulse and static noise accompanied
by rolling thunder.Frightening the creatures of the world below as it crawls closer.Slowly engulfing all in it's wake.In waves
of darkness from the sky it descends becoming more powerful by the moment until it nearly drowns out any terrified lifeform
in the world below.The ambience itself hides in fear as harsh noize and static walls descend and spread like wildfire.Something from
the deepest depths of space and time has decided our time is up.A black constellation never seen or predicted by the sciences of man.
Breaking through the horizon in swarms of noize to wipe us away.Thunderous malestroms of traumatic static.The calls of fowl hardly audible.
Only the corrosive fog and pummel of psychic winds.The winds whisper unknown words.Black flames devour the trees.Only those able to fly to the high
peaks escape with their lives for the time being.Order has fallen to chaos and the laws of nature no longer apply.Only a dark vortex draining all life to fual
it's rage.The black mass of noize and death seems to have personified itself as a living entity.Shaking the earth beneath it's steps as trees snap like branches
and fall on the forest floor.The birds seem to marvel at the oncoming destruction and sing praises to that which brings the death of man.This seems to appease
the storm for a time.gentle noize with a faint metallic pulse sounds along with rogue winds less powerful then those that came before.It is hard to say if it is peace
returning or death claiming the earth as all fades to silence.
II.) THE SOMNAMBULISTIC CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE HYSTERIC:
Harsh noize cuts the air like a saw blade.A grinding pulse is also present.It seems the storm was just the beginning.Harsh noize churns like ocean waves.This is
some seriously crushing stuff here.There is a hint of dark ambience hiding within the waves.Alien sounds mingle with the noizeblade assult, Twisting and writhing.
Swirling and growing.A metallic clang is briefly heard then murdered by the onslaught of the living breathing blades.Both mechanical and organic.It seethes,crawls
expands,inhales,exhales and dies.Letting out a few final "breaths" of cutting noize before expiring.
III.) BEYOND THE MANIFEST CONTENT:
From the deepest reaches of infinite space sounds of another realm ring out.There is a metallic backbone to the whirls and pulses of strange effects and building noize.
Strong winds like those found in deep caverns blow through out the cosmos.Harsh noize walls and wails of wind.The world has been swept away.Only the blackness of
never ending stretches of space remain.All is a void of chaotic storms and surreal soundscapes.Percussions peak and fade adding a sense of life to the lifeless abyss.But
nothing seems to be safe here as even they are smothered by the workings of the cosmos.Transmissions are heard from what remains of man's legacy.From the machines
and devices we sent into the deep unknown.Now they only aid to the symphony of our demise.Echos of unknown origin fill the air.Crunching static hovers and echos.
The rain returns.The birds return.We awake to find it was all a dream.A fevered sleep.The sounds of profound confusion and scurrying insanity linger.Desperate and grasping
for answers to just what really took place in the last half hour within the sub concious mind.It was all a dream.A fevered sleep.
IV.) A FEVERED SLEEP / V.) A VAGUE RECOLLECTION:
Madness.High pitched ringing backed by an overwhelming dark pulse of synths.It swallows us back into a fevered nightmare.Grinding electronics.Crunching static.
Becoming of a higher pitch as the pulse of power electronics and punishing synths turn.Schizophrenic sounds of restlessness drift in and out.The pulse a constant
reminder that we have fallen into a coma of insanity.Obscurity.Silence without silence.Low rumbling and scratching sounds fill the ears.Like claws of scurrying rats.
We remain in this state for some time.The claws becoming more persistant.Again silence without silence.A sanity raping quiet rumble.The rats have entered our minds
and scurry around the soft tissue of our brains.They change form.An unknown horror.Like a swarm of locusts and offended rattlesnakes.All in our head.All in this fevered
sleep.Beckoned by a piercing ringing of feedback;We drift further.
VI.) THE WRAITH-I:
Again insanity is personified.This time as a ghastly wraith.Passing through our dreams leaving a trail of haunting resonating sounds.Deep electronic drones and invading static.
The entity walks the halls of our fragile minds.A wretched living anxiety.Uneasiness and paranoia are it's tools and it uses them to violate our senses.The sense of hearing is it's
main choice on which to wreak it's havok.This is the sound track to a panic attack and the fear of faceless horrors in the darkness of a room.These are the waking hours from the
torment of surreal nightmares.And we wake only to find that we are trapped in a perpetual state of fear.A living nightmare.A dark ambient hell in which we are forced to dwell.
VII.) HAUNTED BY THE WORDS UNSAID AND THE DEEDS UNDONE:
At last a sense of normality.A soothing rythym.Could it be that all we have been through is finally over?No, I think this is the sound of acceptance that things will never be the
same again.We have come to terms that these horrors are now our reality and this is where we are to dwell for the rest of our miserable existence.This is the sound of regret.
Another tool of the wraith.He begins to moan and torment us with images of the things we were never brave enough to do when things were good.The chances we never took.
The words we never spoke.Contemplative in the hours between night and day.The sounds of fragmented memories.Bliss we will never know again.Not in waking hours or in
dreams.This time of rememberence,regret and woe dissipates.We are flung into complete madness.
VIII.) THE WRAITH-II:
The wraith completes his task.Murdering all in his wake with a wall of harsh noize.A second blast of intense harsh noize more horrible than the first arises.You can almost hear
tortured screams within it.All has led to this.The decay of sanity and no choice but suicide as that is the only hope of escaping this "life" we are left with.Harsh noize is an understatement.
This is powerful as fuck and wants to devour all that you are.The wraith is the reaper and reaping time has come.And not even suicide can save you from his clutches.An onslaught of
HARSH FUCKING NOIZE...NIHIL NIHIL DEATH HAS COME.
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