Minimal subtle variations of a lo-fi drone, the squeal of old hinges on a windswept night. The noise of all the little accumulated scratches of super 8mm film and the slight wobble of the spinning reel. Apocalyptic high-tension towers played at alternate tempos. A waterfall of jagged stone and glass that drowns out all other sounds, as if you've been placed in a perfectly hellish acoustic environment. Plaintive howling like desperate souls as "Deep Darkness" fades, and on to the title track: a broken wheel, lurching and stumbling footsteps, foreboding and suspenseful, a tennis tournament in the bowels of the earth (possibly using severed heads as the ball and bones/tendons as rackets?), with a fuzzy warm texture that's very Silent Hill. It's kind of beautiful, in a way. Single bell-like notes ring out and up as if from someplace far away and subterranean, laboring, pacing, waiting, thumping in a steel cell. Heavy distortion, blasted reverb, thunderous, Cronenburg crackle. Very monotone/monodrone, encompassing to great effect, but might wear some listeners' patience thin too soon. 7/10 -- April Larson (26 January, 2010)