Nurse With Wound’s labyrinthine, cold-sweating, dragon-chasing drone-cycle/drug-dream Soliloquy For Lilith - 3CD box, with 40 additional minutes of righteous mong-out added to the original two and half hour run-time... the girth of this thing!
Credited to Steven Stapleton and Diana Rogerson, Lilith was recorded circa '88 - in a mouldering Archway council flat very much untouched by the Second Summer of Love - and released on their couple's own newly formed (and ultimately short-lived) Idle Hole label. Lilith’s eerie tidal calm would help it appeal to an audience beyond England’s hidden crotch-sniffing reverse, even as it satisfied its most demanding hardcore - making it what, industrial's answer to Kind of Blue? Jokes! Sort of. Although the truth is, for all its abyssal, hall-of-fucked-mirrors intensity, it is GREAT MUSIC TO CHILL OUT TO.
No idea what, if any, state of intoxication the work was made in, and who am I to say, but I’ve always thought it had a pretty strung-out vibe: ornate, fin de siecle, opium-den decadence / numbed euphoria curdling into wretchedness, dread, panic, NEED...walls closing in, sopping sheets, aching belly, extras from Jacob's Ladder scratching and snarling at your bedroom door... help!
Whatever, it is an album that draws your attention inwards, making you hyper-aware of your body and senses and confronting you, whether you like it or not, with the seamiest horrors of your unconscious mind. It feels less psychedelic and more like a possession, a haunting. To paraphrase Frank Lampard, it's the kind of record that becomes you.