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Cemetery Road

by WILT

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1.
I will be free. It is strange how the voyage towards salvation anguishes within my soul. If these moments of existence were simplistic, would the passionate drive for fulfillment "be less the fruit it bares". I am a wondering stranger lost in travels touching the world with my fingertips, tasting with my lips. It is completeness that I seek. The fields of passion so sweet, I crave for this sweet passion. "Contrived existence will be yours", said the spirit... I feel the call. Wind beckoning, it whirls, vivacious chills against my warmed body, creeping bumps serpentine down back. The raw soul is pure. Tantalizing dreams, fantasies...Run in the wild with the wolves, I am free, branches of life beating against m tattered body, blood drips from hands and feet...Swim to the mystical depths of the sea, I am free, dolphins splash calling with their shrilling bark beating, beating like drums in my ears...Fly riding the wind, I am free floating in a sea of gaseous elements, like a bird I shall fly high in my sky free from all even me. Listen close. Celestial sounds call, singing songs, cherubic voices of angles say my name..."You who dwell in the shadows of this earth shall find refuge". I am a tree reaching up, up, up, dance the dance with the winds against my coarse dilapidated bark with chirping songs of everlasting music interwoven amongst my branches, the birds shout. Blind foolish ones see stamina and fortitude standing tall, miles high, the solid trunk is my being...look deep at my base, deeper, you must pierce my body with your eyes only then will you see how deep my roots lie. That is my dark side, untouched by the rays of warmth, hope. It lies deeper than my dreams and fantasies. Weaving between the rock and dirt. Jaunty cold wet earth saturates my heart. Stretching arms wide embracing the darkness, it's my journey to hell. Image: James P. Keeler Words: Marlo Suderski
2.
resonating quivers, echoing drops- sounds from the angels of night crying with drops of black...falling onto headstones flightless souls trapped they cannot run they cannot hide they are bound to their corpses the purest of color controls them the black of night the black of tears the black of heart- when living an earthly punishment now-cry out their woes to the deaf ears of god Visual: Marlo Suderski Words: Marlo Suderski
3.
pain runs deep it is the mind that creates this everlasting pain i can not resist the urge my mind forces the actions i know what i must do it is a contribution i must force physical pain onto myself it is only then that the true anguish will subside i am screaming for help but the sound falls upon empty ears i speak of my own ears not the ears of others others see the pain and anguish which controls their voices just linger i am certain, a slash to ease the mind a small sacrifice to solve the greater pain unwilling-but there is no way to stop it seems simple enough razor in hand cut red pours out and the mind settles- for now Visual: Marlo Suderski Words: Marlo Suderski
4.
Escape 09:01
The smallest glimmer of light still rests inside of me. It is the light of hope which I can barely grasp in my weakened state. At this moment I am alone, so I am safe. Though fear still screams in my head. Treacherous fear, I wish its intensity can stop the beating of my heart. What will be next? My mind races. When will he return? I hear foot steps. It is the cracking of twigs and leaves beneath the soles of his boots. I begin to shake. It is the purity of true terror which controls my body now. I am no longer safe. He has come back for me. As the handle turns on the tattered door, and slowly cracks open, I begin to feel wet lines stream down my face. I must be crying, but, I can not make a sound. For if I do it will begin all over again and again. As he enters my eyes fall. I stare at the floor paralyzed. Step by step he approaches, smothering any glimmers of light...slipping from my grasp; slipping from my heart. These are the moments that I know there is only one way to escape. Freedom from this decrypted place. But, I am the puppet and he is the master, so he must choose to free me. All I can do is hope he will tire, so to smother his desires. Then I will be free and I shall leave peacefully, covered in red. Visual: Marlo Suderski Words: Marlo Sudersk
5.
A Deaf Cry 10:29
deathless shrieking echo of a drop drips to profound depths of emptiness daggers prevail as they are plunged continuously deep into the heart of a love listen try to here the sound feel its presence it is the cry of a porcelain doll anguish emptiness chaos and fear are all sounds of its daunting tears unable to move she tries to cry out howls of pain shrinking echoes of tears the cry of her voice lingers through walls of empty ears Words & Visual: Marlo Suderski
6.
molested by manipulating demons there in the distance it lies the realm of a shattered prism once zealous exuberant with life now overflows with the denseness of space its essence drained raped form the core irreversible it crumbles lifelessly deteriorating into the depths of a black hole its mold pulverized at birth never to be sculpted again left with whirling sounds of anguish fading echoes of space listen and you will here the sounds of doom - destruction prancing rhythmically to hostile prevalent their conquest fulfilled greed-power-possession emotions that linger within each of us Words & Visual: Marlo Suderski
7.
The Grim 03:24
drip...drip...drip... blood spreads thinly across brick as hard as the unbreakable concept of death. there is no running or hiding from this solid end life is fragile but death is firm and resilient tick...tick...tick... are its sounds drawing near it is what you hear the sounds of hollow faces speaking in empty tongues with empty recognition of what they are and where they must go thump...thump...thump... as black heavy filth is tossed on your box rigid self rest still of breath empty is your voice blank is your mind you are denied more time and that is that! Words & Photography: Marlo Suderski
8.
Across the neck smooth and deep warm wet essence of life emerge it is then your demise will lead your eyes through foot-steps the path taken is well known it is your reflection of what you are and will never be each drop spilled brings one step closer to complete the tale of thee you are cold chills run the length of your chest and back it is simply the symptom of the end drawing near your breath slow and shallow as life seeps out color pools at your feet tick tock silenced the clock it is then you fall ending all and your life is now complete Words: Marlo Suderski Visual: Marlo Suderski + James P. Keeler
9.
Slithering serpent, crept slowly down the path of eerie cedar and crushed forest death. At times, he crossed my path, as I warily stepped, stepped, stepped. His serpent forked tongue brushed my heels, as a reminder that I am not alone. There are the others with their tainted breath. I am uncertain which way will lead me to the right path towards the light--departure from pain and certainty from the freedom of others. The others who's foot steps castigates who I am and will ever be. In the light all will be seen. Life is full and green once more with gleaming voices, chirping on high. what a dream. what a dream. there is none. Words: Marlo Suderski Visual: Marlo Suderski
10.
In the dead of night, creep the beasts of dread, burning their foot steps into the fruitless soil of destruction. Who are these beasts? They are the comers, bringing forth nothing but emptiness- shallow pits of nothingness. They heed none but themselves. The many have tried to escape from this end, but the clutches of these beasts entangle all. There is no escape, only entrapment. During the moments that the beasts reign, one can see the inner working of self. It is only then that darkness is greatest... ramped exhaustion consuming all that you are and all that you could possibly be. Dismantled pieces remains in the depth of the saturated soil of destruction. Flowing tears reveal imprisonment of past deeds- the deeds that have swallowed you whole and consumed your existence. Words: Marlo Suderski Visual: Marlo Suderski & James P. Keeler
11.
To an End 04:47
I am molested by the concept that the past events of one's life creates an individuals reality. Further more, haunting thoughts of a cursed life full of havoc and despair begets the life I lead. Whisper of joyous moments may weave temporary fortune in my life but despairs cloak has always hovered over head, dooming all glimmers of hope for the freedom of its grasp. I am alone in a world of evil and evil has taken my hand leading me to my end. Words & Image: Marlo Suderski
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Dusk 09:37

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A double CD celebrating Wilt's tenth anniversary, "Cemetery Road / Dead Electroniks" contains a new full length album by these veterans and central figures of the American's dark experimental scene and a homage CD, in which eleven remixers (from well known acts to newcomers) pay their tribute to the depth and innovation that paved Wilt's way so far. From a deep and touching combination of drones and acoustic sounds to a noisy and demanding new take at the past, Wilt's new opus is both a foundation stone and a beautiful festive statue.

In 2001, a young act called Wilt sent a demo to the then even younger Ad Noiseam label, a deep and gritty album of sonic experimentations and long drones. This recording evolved to become "Amidst A Spacious Fabric", bearing the catalog number adn3 and being the first "real" pressed CD on the label. Eight years and after three more albums on the label later, Wilt is celebrating its tenth year of activity, something which Ad Noiseam obviously couldn't pass on (all the less considering that Wilt is the act with the most full lengths on the label).

A long affair, this tenth anniversary package starts with a new CD album, "Cemetery Road", and then leaves the stage to eleven remixers paying homage to Wilt (the second CD, "Dead Electroniks"). Coming with a beautiful, frozen in time artwork, the whole thing shows the past and the present of Wilt, allows to take a wild guess at the future, and underlines how essential this act has become.

With "Cemetery Road", James Keeler and Dan Hall (the second member of Wilt since 2006's "Dark Meadows") lay a very low-key, carefully planned album mixing intensive experimentations with melodic acoustic instrumentations and the menacing drones which have been a trademark of Wilt since its inception. Rumbling noise, though still present, has been relegated as a foundation for the monument, making of this first CD the most aesthetically accessible Wilt release so far, and something which not only active-listening drone fans can enjoy, but intelligent (post) rock fans as well.

Clouds of a noisy past are brought back for "Dead Electroniks". Between Wilt's preface and epilogue, eleven remixers have come up with new versions of material released in the ten prolific years of the band. Some are high-profile for this scene (such as Navicon Torture Technologies' Theologian new moniker, the always underrated Veil Of Secrecy or Venezuela's veteran Cornucopia), some are label mates (Larvae and Horchata), and some are newcomers, excited at the prospect of remixed a band that has risen as one of the forenames of America's dark experimental sound. Things get then gritter, heavier, more electronic and definitely more noisy, but also feature a diversity that shows both the variety of Wilt's material and the one to be found in the noise scene. Yes, it's distorted and harsh. But give it another listen, and you'll slowly realize you're not always drowning in the same dark waters.

Ad Noiseam congratulates Wilt for ten years of intense, dedicated and innovative music, and hopes that the release of this double CD will allow fans and newcomers to enjoy this act's music. Looking forward to the next ten years. - Ad Noiseam

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CR/DE Review from Deaf Sparrow Zine (from 2010)
When it comes to ambient, it's nice to have a thick, meaty release. Something you can sink your teeth into for hours to savor the rare blood flavor dripping down your throat. Wilt is a band that's been in the scene for about 10 years or so. They have a tendency of putting together dense, atmospheric guitar and keyboard work with a variety of effects that loom in the background, the usual. But, they do it in an unusually good way. In celebration of their ten plus years of creating the best music for our worst funerals, Wilt put out Cemetery Road/Dead Electroniks, a two-disc set that features a new album and a set of remixes of older material from various colleagues.

Cemetery Road pretty much sums up everything you're going to get out of it. This does in fact provide the perfect backdrop for a walk in a cemetery. Seriously, I tried it. Songs like 'Escape', for example, feature eerie, plucked-with-raven-feathers guitars, droning wind-like sweeps keeping a strange form of continuity, and occasional wisps of ghostly moans. This stuff has some beautifully rendered keyboards. Often quite minimal, but minimal in a carefully-structured way. This stuff drones, this stuff even provides shocking; real, dark, authentic music. Cemetery Road sets itself up with 'Red Bird, Black Sky', a fitting little number that sets up an image of standing at a funeral on a cloudy day, before it ends and you leave to wander the rest of the graves. As you meander around, you're lead from eerie keyboard movements to two-note, repetitive mantras, slowly trudging until you finish it off with 'To an End', walking away under a light rain, thinking about the timelessness of the earth and the lameness of life. That's the kind of thinking this sort of album forces upon you.

Dead Electroniks fills out the set rather nicely, but it probably wasn't necessary. As stated, it's a set of remixes of older Wilt songs. Some of the bands are veterans, and you also have a newer acts that have been playing around a little while, like Climax Denial. Really, if you didn't know this was a set of remixes, you'd probably think it was Wilt simply dishing out another set. They all tend to follow the same format as Cemetery Road, so there's no need to go into any great detail. If ambient is your thing, you'll pretty much be satiated by the end of the first CD, but in case you want to burst at the seams, then by all means listen to the second. It's welcome to see something you can come back to later, something that takes some time to get a feel for, but it might be a bit much for casual ambient fans. The first CD was totally enough. Locrian pretty much manages to fuck up their track, but hey, it's Locrian. Sadly, it is admittedly better than anything original they've done.

Anyway, you can't deny it, Cemetery Road/Dead Electroniks is a hungry man's feast. This is probably enough ambient/drone to chew on for an entire decade. It's a pleasant, well depressingly pleasant, meditative listen, and the inclusion of generally defined remix tracks provides fans with a ton of additional material to savor. If you've followed Wilt for the past ten years, well, it's more like the remixes will mean something to you. For the price alone you can't beat it, but don't even take a step towards it if this sort of music isn't your thing, because it's guaranteed you're going to be overwhelmed.

Written by Arkus
Link here: www.deafsparrow.com/wilt-review-2011.html

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released December 1, 2023

Comes with six page (spread) PDF of additional artwork and reviews.

Originally released by Ad Noiseam Records October 2009

Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar [Baritone], Electronics – Dan Hall (tracks: 1-1 to 2-1, 2-13)
Layout, Design – Keeler Designs
Mastered By – C-Drik*
Mixed By – James P. Keeler (tracks: 1-1 to 2-1, 2-13)
Performer, Engineer, Recorded By – Dan Hall (tracks: 1-1 to 2-1, 2-13), James P. Keeler (tracks: 1-1 to 2-1, 2-13)
Photography By – Marlo Suderski
Synth [Synths], Bass, Electronics, Performer [Objects] – James P. Keeler (tracks: 1-1 to 2-1, 2-13)

Segments recorded 2005-2009.
Disc 2 tracks 2-12 produced by the respective artists using Wilt sound sources and individual artist sounds.

Disc 2 (not included with download) includes remixes/collaborations with: Luasa Raelon, Josh Lay, Mark Solotroff, Larvae, V.O.S., Theologian, Locrian, Horchata, SICKNESS, Climax Denial and Cornucopia.

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Earthen Textures x Depression Ambient x Scarecrow Electronics

Wilt extol the invisible corners of a thirsty earth with an exaltation of decay and reclamation. Best described as Noise Ambient, Wilt is an aural quagmire of dusky vapors and ivy draped relics, grating erosions and the thorny shadows that rise and fall across dying landscapes. - Scott Candey {Crionic Mind} ... more

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