Akhlys's Supplication has been out of print for awhile, but I just unearthed a couple of copies of this rare disc back in the store room. This is the one and only release from this obscure side-project from Naas Alcameth of Nightbringer and Temple of Not; with Akhlys, Naas Alcameth explored a form of abyssal black ambience that feels like an even more blackened take on the nightmarish sounds of Archon Satani and Kerovnian. This disc features a single thirty-seven minute track of blackened occult-tinged ambience, entering with the sound of tectonic blasts reverberating beneath soft whorls of looping industrial sound, the sound minimal and desolate as it continues for several minutes before the vast emptiness is intruded upon by massive distorted blasts and short bursts of blown-out melody that immediately crumble and dissolve into the bottomless depths before reappearing a few minutes later. Later, strange whispered phrases appear alongside fragments of snarled, hushed speech and demonic chanting, the voices breaking apart and scattered over the pulsating black ambience, while fluttering metallic pulses and loops emerge and recede into the gloom. Distant, murky keyboard melodies drift in and out of earshot as scraps of eerie, Vangelis-like electronic ambience materialize for several minutes, joined by strange, spectral EVP-like voice transmissions and a distant percussive rumbling that thrums just beneath the surface.

Later on, more processed drum sounds swell up, accompanied by gorgeous, almost Dead Can Dance-esque female vocals that drift up out of the blackness, while Alcameth hisses and snarls through a veil of delay and reverb, his reptilian invocations drifting like wisps of black smoke into the night sky. The track continues to evolve, growing more menacing as those percussive sounds come to the foreground, at times surging into kettledrum-like volleys of orchestral pummel while charred horns intone low, infinite drones, and broken shards of discordant piano and bells flitter at the edges. It all eventually moves into a long passages of echoing demonic voices and distant incantations, ritualistic chant set to stygian, surrealistic black drift, shuffling mechanical noises echoing out of the void before finally returning to a reprise of the jet-black void from the beginning of the disc, those booming, crumbling blasts of low-end crush once again echoing through the blackness, surrounded by the faintest whorls of electronic pulse. This is definitely one of those albums that is best experienced in a pitch-black room, the transmissions of ritualistic black ambience untouched by light.

Comes in a slim DVD-style plastic case with a full color cover, released in a limited edition of one hundred copies.