If you jive with the darker side of drone, “The Dying Light” is for you. Robe, a duo from Indiana with some contributors, offers up another set of dour tracks to satiate your desire for noise noir on the nice little label, Little Fury Things. I am convinced that this album sounds like it could be broken up into two segments. Part I could be tracks 1-3. Part II could be tracks 4-9. I think the first few tracks work together to create something absolutely threatening. Track one sets the stage with a smokescreen of menacing ghostly haze. Then the next couple colossal tracks feature a thick crunchy wall of feedback fronted by that looming haze layer, only becoming crystallized and solidifying. Finally it cracks into sharp splinters, releasing the demons from within. They dart about searching for something else to inhabit, and you gulp as you realize that you, the listener, are the one that this evil wants to embody. Part II is more of an exploration of the existential sensibilities in which the demonic manifests itself inside. Each of the six remaining tracks takes a look at what it feels like to be the fiend incarnate. You can practically feel the evil slithering through your veins, get goosebumps from a handful of abrupt thuds, and sense the whooshing of a blade slicing through the shadows like a pendulum. You see with new predator sight, skulk around with beastly gait, and realize a new macabre energy. It’s more atmospheric than assaultive but I thought it is truly a palpable album. Really moody, but overall pretty killer stuff. 8/10 -- Dave Miller (10 February, 2010)