Well, chums, we are almost finished our latest recording which features, not only the charm and sophistication of the original band, but something more.. something.. flavoursome and exotic… something wild and unpredictable… a tribal force… a visceral pulse… smuggled in from the East by drunken sailors. Stowed in a wooden chest in the belly of a trading vessel from colonial lands… some call him the Horselifter, others the Nightdentist. Those close to him know his true identity as Suhmuhtuhka Kuvahrahtpaht. We call him…

Howard.

Hear him tell truths that are forgotten by educated men, on skin and wood, bone and metal. Hear him writhe like a mechanical sea monster beneath the calm seas of the Black Sheikhs. Hear him, in short, play the drums on our latest studio masterpiece.
Verily… it cometh.