There are dark forces at work deep in the deserts of New Mexico. William Fowler Collins has been hard at work since his last full-length effort, but collaborations with Gog and Aaron Turner (of Isis) haven't deterred him from crafting this pitch-black follow-up. The ingredients won't surprise fans of Perdition Hill Radio (TYPE 046CD/LP), but on The Resurrections Unseen, Collins further damages and buries his palette of sounds beyond all recognition. Howling field recordings are trapped between walls of tape hiss while white noise and twisted guitar suffers through overdub after overdub, leaving only the picked carcass of what was once a discernable sound. Much was made of its predecessor's deconstruction of black metal, but The Resurrections Unseen takes this to another level entirely. The album is, for all intents and purposes, a black metal record -- but any traces of blast beats, hoarse, blood-curdling vocals or shrill distorted guitar have been totally obliterated. What remains are bleak, windswept textures, spine-chilling rituals and the kind of doom-laden ambience that'll have you double-bolting your doors and checking your phone lines. This is not theater though; Collins never resorts to the typical horror tropes, instead opting to suggest fear with the most restrained hand. As rolling hiss emerges from a muddy puddle of dank sub bass, it might take a few listens to pick out exactly what you're hearing at all, but the terror is there from the very beginning. Many artists attempt dark music, but few really succeed -- Collins has managed it by merely suggesting what our brains already know. A frightening thought, indeed. Cut at Dubplates & Mastering, limited to 500 copies only.