When the creepers get into my brain, be it through the tapwater, the light shining in my eyes, or my elven bedfellows, I start to think a little too much. I get claustrophobic, start to itch, and bury my hands in my warm crotch for hours at a time.

It comes for different reasons. Once, the creepers got in and I started thinking about all the doors and what if they didn't open? What if they opened for everybody else, but wouldn't open for me? I could feel the spaces closing in, the air thick with the smell of rotten Cheetos... I was afraid.

Then there was the time my friend brought home Pi on video. I met someone like me in Max Cohen, the protagonist of the story. The darkness, the light, burned my eyes this time. The trees against white sky, paper blowing along grey mottled sidewalks, oily shining darkness... shadows laughed at me. I was deafened by my seizure for a moment, but when my ears broke the surface of everything, I was confronted by the sound of this movie. It brought me to a place not of peace, but of completeness. I saw the completion of the Moebius Strip which was this terrifying and intense film... the music.

Though my knuckles were buried deep alongside my balls while I chewed on my inner cheeks, I laid transfixed by this thing of terrible, severe beauty and listened. I heard things I already knew and loved like Massive Attack's "Angel" and Banco De Gaia's "Drippy," but it was the music I didn't know that was making my bladder quiver tremulously. Clint Mansell provides both opening and closing tracks on the soundtrack, and I, for one, want more. Though lacking an album for himself, Mansell clearly could be a drum-n-bass talent to watch for.

What? You wanna know who else is on the soundtrack? Well, Aphex Twin appears, not to mention Orbital, Autechre, David Holmes and Spacetime Continuum. Yes, I thought it was an impressive roster as I handled it with my rubber-gloved fingers. You may, too. The soundtrack is as sharp and minimal as the film, but strangely beautiful in its way. I'm learning to enjoy the pain of hearing it. Please bring Wet Ones.

-James P. Wisdom