The aural violence of Brighter Death Now is not to be underestimated. Like a spider that weaves delicate threads to form a death trap, Roger Karmanik arranges the often-subtle sounds of grim pads, sparing, paranoid percussion and phantom murmurs with anxious noise tension to form unequalled sonic horrors. A-temporal tracks drift without anchor. Haunting sounds creep into the audible field and form clouds of noxious black smoke. But Brighter Death Now is hardly subtle; dark vibrations slowly accumulate into hellish electronic shrieks and sub-bass tones that will reverse your digestive processes. This is the soundtrack to a nightmare that squats on your chest and won't let you breathe, gasp or shriek as it drags you deeper into your own private hell.