Kraus blows your mind out with paradoxes turned to 11 - loudness without aggression, fullness without complexity, straddling the start-stop boundaries between cuts, glitches, static, drum-fills, overblown clips, and shimmering guitar glazes, all neverending, a blitzkrieg of sheer-cliff decays, slathered with wordless distorted exhalations, neon chemtrails streaking. It's Lightning Bolt's daylight ghost, Deefhoof's pretty cousin, a war between 200 undead Zooropas - stressful, borderline painful, looped around the horn to a drowned catharsis 4/5
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