The band's biography refers to the members of Twilight by proclaiming, "Each Twilight devotee spends the majority of their (sic) time in isolation creating completely misanthropic dark art." Comprised of members of Xasthur, Krieg, Nachtmystium and Draguar, among many others, Twilight probably has several employees who moonlight at WalMart for pocket money - or at a similar Chinese import emporium for the unwashed masses.
Musically too the sound of the band's album is as ragged as WalMart's merchandise. Twilight has the best production this side of a set of kitchen utensils strewn on the back of a rickety old lorry on the move in downtown Detroit.
The muffled grunts from the abyss - read: songs - on this album will probably be hailed as "Cult" and "underground" by some, although tracks like Woe Is The Contagion, Larval Liaise or White Fire Under Black Text are neither fast nor heavy. Songs pass by lifelessly while the listener is left in awe of the band and label's gall to issue something like this. This could have been something vicious, something controversial or something dead serious had the songs been any good or if they could be heard past the muffling veil. Instead, Twilight brings nothing more than a tepid album to the land and country. - Ali "The Metallian"