Washington City Paper Dec 27 2002
"If the Apes had hit it big in the early '60s, Jimi Hendrix might have played an organ. If the band had debuted its crushing rhythms and eerie melodies sometime before Chuck Berry picked up his ax, the D.C.-based quartet could have saved us from such long-standing annoyances as air guitar and people who think "Layla" is a classic. But alas, it wasn't until 2001 that the Apes bludgeoned critics into submission with the release of their full-length debut, The Fugue in the Fog. Music nerds dubbed the band's guitar-free sound "creepy," "chunky," and "shrieking" -- in a good way, of course. The Apes haven't retreated an inch on Street Warz. Lead vocalist Paul Weil, organist Amanda Kleinman, drummer Jeff Schmid, and bassist Erick Jackson are still hellbent -- on what I'm not exactly sure. Whatever it is, they're not interested in breaking up their grinding momentum with peaceful interludes. No slow-dance numbers here. No sing-alongs, either. Only head-bobbers, body-slammers, and blood-curdling screamers. If the Apes have a point to make, it's about consistency, about being relentless, about not sucking up. About kicking your ass and making you say "Thank you" afterward. When you listen to the Apes, it's on their terms, 'cause they're not here to please you with some corny-ass hook. And after they fall silent, you may feel invigorated. You may feel violated. Either way, you can shake the band off only with a good dose of sunlight. Better to stay in the dark and listen again."

TimeOut (London) Dec 11-18 2002
"Organist Amanda Kleinman's dramatic motifs combine with Erick Jackson's juddering fuzz-bass to form a dense wall of guitar-less sound, while drummer Jeff Schmid plays like he's doling out a punishment beating. Uncool and deadly -- expect blood tonight."

All Music Guide
"The Apes rock with unapologetic volume and style, crushing everything in their path with blankets of heavy noise...Crashing drums and unbelievably thick bass lines propel the energetic tracks forward while mercilessly pummeling the listener with a crushing low end, but spooky and often otherworldly keyboards do step in to provide a bit of melody along with some moody and unexpected atonal low notes...It's often hard to even notice that the Apes forgo guitars, as they have an incredibly powerful and chunky delivery, but whatever it is they are missing, they don't allow for even the slightest of weaknesses to show through. 'The Fugue in the Fog' is a record full of huge-sounding rock music that's chock full of distorted grooves and amped-up howls; some may call it the future of rock, and few will be able to deny that there is something special going on here. ****"

TimeOut (London) Jan 16-23 2002
"Introducing the primate scream. The Apes hail from Washinton, DC, but their majestic debut album is as wild as the forest they fetishize on its sleeve....It's a sound that really does defy categorization. Organist Amanda Kleinman rains down swirling torrents of choral fury, Jeff Schmid seems to be pounding his drum kit with tree trunks, while bassist Erick Jackson supplies elephantine low-end frequencies, as well as doubling up on Moog. There are no guitars, but that makes them rock even harder....In a world where dreary indie choir-boys like Starsailor are hyped to the skies, this ain't no joke. It's all-out gorilla warfare."

Alternative Press March 2002 "100 Bands You Need to Know in '02"
"Listening to Fugue in the Fog is like jumping into a mud puddle head first -- grimy, messy, and completely invigorating....innovative and creepy....It's not everyday that a heavy rock outfit trade a lead guitar for an organ, but somehow the Apes make the switch work -- the organ makes their music all the more sinister. They may not have much variation or scope, but hey, if it ain't broke....Let's just say that if the Addams Family ever threw a party and needed to hire a band, they'd call the Apes."

Broken Voice (UK) January 2002
"The Apes, hailing all the way from Washington DC, are intense, sinister, and mostly rock. Their debut offers a cutting, explosive introduction to the Washington four....Spit in your face, kick you about and leave you still wanting more. Organs, big beats, and a lot of sneering create a musical landscape all of their own, as the Apes prove they can play with the best of them. There are sometimes reminders of Tomahawk on the record, but that can't be a bad thing of course. No matter what the Apes are, however, this 2002 you either better run and hide or be prepeared to rock. Hard."

Magnet Sept-Oct 2001
"...These Apes don't care about ruling the planet, just your eardrums. Hailing from DC, the Apes flaunt the influence of bands like Nation of Ulysses, Circus Lupus, and GWAR by pummeling audiences with their explosive live shows. The brunt of their force is vocalist Paul Weil, whose mastery of guttural chants would make any microphone run for cover. Coupled with thick Moog arrangements that coalesce in thick, trebly noise blasts and thundering bass boosts, this band aims to conquer....Easy listening this is not, but the only true way to experience the Apes is to witness their live show."

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