From the start of Drinnen Traum, Nommo Hunzuu summons a momentous tension and foreboding ambience that plunges below even David Lynch and Alan Splet's Eraserhead soundtrack's depths, while he layers a conventional, sub-Scott Walker love ballad to induce a wonderfully incongruent frisson. But Hunzuu refuses to stay in one mode for very long, and soon we're buffeted into a Carpenter-esque hauntscape blended with a gritty soul song, followed by a Two Lone Swordsmen-like electro strut and a pitched-down Suicide cover.

In fact, everything on Drinnen Traum seems slowed and slurred for maximal creepiness and disorientation. Whether it's brutal, mid-tempo industrial numbers with whip-crack beats, lewd and dangerous electro-rock, or a pretty, electronic ballad, Hunzuu selects his tracks with the paramount objective of dispersing disturbing vibes. In this way, he spins a gripping narrative throughout.

When we hear Harry Dean Stanton intone, “Everything just happens. Nobody's in charge. It's one big phantasmagoria. Everything is unfolding perfectly, all pre-destined. It's all written. Just go along with the trip,” the observations translate as Drinnen Traum's mission statement. To be sure, it's a perilous trip, but also an unforgettable one that's worthy of the grizzled actor's words from the beyond.