John Maus We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves

"With bleakly detached baritone, anxiety-ridden bass lines, and vintage electronics, Maus works more like a steampunk novelist....These retro-futurist trappings allow Maus to be scandalously, absurdly, and sometimes movingly honest."
4 stars out of 5 -- "It's sublime stuff, clever and blissfully unaware a rule book exists."
3 stars out of 5 -- "'Matter Of Fact' gets under the skin, and 'Believer' is the closest this wave has come to a stadium anthem."
Pitchfork (Website) - "[T]he most vibrant and toothsome expression of Maus' pursuits yet. He keeps the vocals awash in gothic reverb and echo-driven effects..."