scream from the streets and hang it from the rafters because the prince has returned. kraus is kiwi royalty (he's the futurians original drummer for chrissake, and it doesn't get more royal than those mudpunks) and his epic adventures are documented in full on this, his majesty's latest. covered in the sand of a million deserts, "lamentations of an ape" leaves no stone unturned or bone in tact. kraus' brand of sonic sludge terrorism beats you softly over the head, forcing you to submit to the angular malfaesence. these keyboard laced jams are a trap, sucking you in with their hooks, but killing you softly with their beauty. that is why kraus will one day be king. 100 copies