Although musically placed under the funeral doom banner, Wraith of the Ropes employ a very personal approach which allows them to pervade their own musical imprint through their compositions. Writhing with the album's tortuous meandering sound, I found myself gradually descending into its seemingly never-ending downward spiral. The dragging distorted vocals laid upon cheerless, almost mechanized rhythms and slow, hypnotizing guitars accompanied by low-key keyboards weave a horrific imagery of self-desolation.

Nonetheless, although the permeating soporific atmosphere that WotR manage to transpire through _Ada_ is indeed interesting, it leaves the album as a whole strikingly deficient in parting the listener with something to savor after it hits the finish mark. To illustrate this more clearly, it is like being taken through a dim and haunting journey only to find that the end is as obscure and dark as the beginning, allowing no sort of transgression to be achieved. A soundtrack to your worst nightmares? Perhaps so... However, I can't see this album enjoying many a spin on my CD player.