
John Maus: Songs (180g) Vinyl LP
This is what I assumed the band HĂŒsker DĂŒ would sound like before I actually heard any of their songs: slow, lo-fi post-punk with a gruff voice booming over it. They donât actually sound anything like that (but like John Maus, theyâre from Minnesota!). Maus wrote the material that would eventually make up Songs when he was just a young undergrad at Cal Arts (roommate: Ariel Pink), without any inclination that heâd ever have a career in music or that anyone would ever hear his work: âI kept writing to the guy at Kill Rock Stars, which was the label Elliott Smith had been on. Finally, he actually wrote me back and said, âDude, we donât like your music.â So I wrote back at him, explaining the modulations in âTime To Dieâ and how Iâm using these modes he canât hear.â What you can hear is the John Maus formula (analog drum machines, baroque synth melodies, guttural baritone voice echoing down a bottomless pit) being sculpted in real time by his contrasting adoration for Handel and the deluge of lo-fi / krautrock / post-punk records his new college friends were feeding him. But itâs more wide-eyed than the comparably focused Love Is Real and Pitiless Censors; Maus mines the dusty cobwebs of his psyche for tunes ranging from the austere (âLess Talk More Actionâ) to the theatric (âOf North Of North Starsâ) and maudlin (âAnd Heaven Turned To Her Weepingâ), even resembling the stoned prog of Ariel Pinkâs Haunted Graffiti at times (âBlowing In The Mind,â âThe Peace That Earth Cannot Give,â âThat Nightâ). Not to mention the incredibly catchy âJust Wait Till Next Year,â âManiacâ and âDonât Be A Body.â A disorienting but thrilling listen from start to finish, recommended.
- 180g vinyl pressing
- poly-lined inner sleeve
- digital download included
- limited edition
- music label:Â Ribbon Music 2018
reviewed by yung pilot astray 07/2018
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John Maus: Songs (180g) Vinyl LP
This is what I assumed the band HĂŒsker DĂŒ would sound like before I actually heard any of their songs: slow, lo-fi post-punk with a gruff voice booming over it. They donât actually sound anything like that (but like John Maus, theyâre from Minnesota!). Maus wrote the material that would eventually make up Songs when he was just a young undergrad at Cal Arts (roommate: Ariel Pink), without any inclination that heâd ever have a career in music or that anyone would ever hear his work: âI kept writing to the guy at Kill Rock Stars, which was the label Elliott Smith had been on. Finally, he actually wrote me back and said, âDude, we donât like your music.â So I wrote back at him, explaining the modulations in âTime To Dieâ and how Iâm using these modes he canât hear.â What you can hear is the John Maus formula (analog drum machines, baroque synth melodies, guttural baritone voice echoing down a bottomless pit) being sculpted in real time by his contrasting adoration for Handel and the deluge of lo-fi / krautrock / post-punk records his new college friends were feeding him. But itâs more wide-eyed than the comparably focused Love Is Real and Pitiless Censors; Maus mines the dusty cobwebs of his psyche for tunes ranging from the austere (âLess Talk More Actionâ) to the theatric (âOf North Of North Starsâ) and maudlin (âAnd Heaven Turned To Her Weepingâ), even resembling the stoned prog of Ariel Pinkâs Haunted Graffiti at times (âBlowing In The Mind,â âThe Peace That Earth Cannot Give,â âThat Nightâ). Not to mention the incredibly catchy âJust Wait Till Next Year,â âManiacâ and âDonât Be A Body.â A disorienting but thrilling listen from start to finish, recommended.
- 180g vinyl pressing
- poly-lined inner sleeve
- digital download included
- limited edition
- music label:Â Ribbon Music 2018
reviewed by yung pilot astray 07/2018
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This is what I assumed the band HĂŒsker DĂŒ would sound like before I actually heard any of their songs: slow, lo-fi post-punk with a gruff voice booming over it. They donât actually sound anything like that (but like John Maus, theyâre from Minnesota!). Maus wrote the material that would eventually make up Songs when he was just a young undergrad at Cal Arts (roommate: Ariel Pink), without any inclination that heâd ever have a career in music or that anyone would ever hear his work: âI kept writing to the guy at Kill Rock Stars, which was the label Elliott Smith had been on. Finally, he actually wrote me back and said, âDude, we donât like your music.â So I wrote back at him, explaining the modulations in âTime To Dieâ and how Iâm using these modes he canât hear.â What you can hear is the John Maus formula (analog drum machines, baroque synth melodies, guttural baritone voice echoing down a bottomless pit) being sculpted in real time by his contrasting adoration for Handel and the deluge of lo-fi / krautrock / post-punk records his new college friends were feeding him. But itâs more wide-eyed than the comparably focused Love Is Real and Pitiless Censors; Maus mines the dusty cobwebs of his psyche for tunes ranging from the austere (âLess Talk More Actionâ) to the theatric (âOf North Of North Starsâ) and maudlin (âAnd Heaven Turned To Her Weepingâ), even resembling the stoned prog of Ariel Pinkâs Haunted Graffiti at times (âBlowing In The Mind,â âThe Peace That Earth Cannot Give,â âThat Nightâ). Not to mention the incredibly catchy âJust Wait Till Next Year,â âManiacâ and âDonât Be A Body.â A disorienting but thrilling listen from start to finish, recommended.
- 180g vinyl pressing
- poly-lined inner sleeve
- digital download included
- limited edition
- music label:Â Ribbon Music 2018











