John Maus
We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves
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by Matthew Cole on June 28, 2011
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There are two musicians named John Maus: one born in 1943, the other sometime around 1980. The elder John Maus is remembered, though not widely, as John Walker, one-third of the Walker Brothers, a simulated British boy band from the 1960s that—as their AllMusic.com page observes in dry, encyclopedic prose—wasn't British, whose members weren't brothers, and none of whom were named Walker. The Walker Brothers produced little memorable music as a unit, but they did launch the career of Scott Walker (born Scott Engel), who would reinvent himself as a shamanistic figure in the field of experimental rock, cutting purgatorial abstractions like Tilt and The Drift to critical acclaim.

The younger John Maus is really named John Maus, and he sings, or tries to, in a distended baritone that's reminiscent of Scott Walker's singing at its least listenable. Maus's We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves is engineered for minimal accessibility and maximum pretension; if you've heard even 30 seconds of this album, then you know he isn't looking to make his name in the music industry. In fact, he and I share the same vocation: We're both graduate students of political philosophy (Maus studies at the University of Hawaii at Manoa), a sub-niche of academia that offers relatively little in the way of career prospects even to those who finish their degrees at reputable institutions. Then again, if I was being funded to read philosophy in Hawaii while tooling around with antique synthesizers, I suppose I could be fairly content with my lot, no matter how closely my life started to resemble a music critic's rewriting of Borges.

I actually managed to track down some of Maus's philosophical writings online. They're quite bad, reading like a parody of post-structuralist social theory; they make frequent citations to French thinkers who were never taken especially seriously and no longer have even the advantage of being fashionable. The music on We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves isn't much better. If you're familiar with Maus's previous solo efforts, that won't surprise you; if you know him only as a contributor (keyboardist, to be exact) to Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti and Panda Bear, you might find yourself fabricating theories about Kaufmanesque performance artistry or, less conspiratorially, well-connected jackassery.

The album is filled with garage-sale synths flooded with reverb and nary a hook to be found, sounding, at best, like an unfinished video-game score ("Hey Moon") and, at worst, like a Human League track played backward in a Walkman taped to the skull of a drowning man ("Head for the Country"). Sometimes the instrumentals approximate a no-budget Disintegration in their misbegotten twinkliness, but no amount of lo-fi shimmer can compensate for the intentional inadequacy of the vocal lines and the utter lack of memorable melodies. The last song on the album is called "Believer," and it's miraculously decent (it's also, I'll admit, the only Maus song that I had heard before hearing the whole album).

When I find nothing redeeming in 90% of an album's content I will usually, out of something like sportsmanship, at least entertain the hypothesis that I just didn't get it. In this case, I can't bring myself to care. There's obviously some kind of art-school mindfuckery afoot here, and I suspect that Maus aspires to some meta-theoretical point on the level of "But really, what is music anyway?" And maybe reality is just the hallucination of a five-dimensional computerized intelligence! Generous guy that I am, I'll concede that We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves does, on some level, constitute music. Really shitty music.


  • Label: Ribbon Music
  • Release Date: June 28, 2011


Comments

woogin on June 28, 2011, 11:13 PM

I'm sorry, but is this serious? I can understand that John Maus is not for everyone, but zero stars seems excessive (no, it doesn't seem, it is.)

You even say that Believer is a "decent" song, how can you give it zero stars in that case?

The music isn't even that weird, the structures are fairly straight forward pop structures, some synths, and some slightly odd vocals. I see very little pretension in John Maus, especially when compared to a much of independent, underground music.

I'd respond more, but only about a paragraph of this review talks about the actual music, the rest is filler and some low-blows about his political philosophy work (who cares what his political philosophy is like? how is that relevant at all?)

soothla on July 1, 2011, 11:44 AM

I actually had to sign up to this website because I felt it absolutely necessary to point out that this may be one of the poorest reviews I have ever read—and I've read a lot of the NME. Apart from the fact that you obviously had to resort to a dissection of Maus' academic work (which btw is completely unrelated & uninteresting in the context of this review) in order to fill up space (I can only assume it was a word count issue, see also the extended paragraph about John Maus from the Walker Bros) but you seem, like so many music writers now, to think that an album review is an opportunity for the public to find out about you (both you & the artist in question went to Uni of Hawaii...Wow, that's so...irrelevant). It doesn't even matter what I think about the album (amusingly enough, I'm actually reviewing it currently as well) or the artist. This is just shoddy.

Matthew Cole on July 2, 2011, 12:55 PM

I'm not interested in defending my assessment of the album, but the question as to why I wrote relatively little about Maus' music music is a fair one. When I write a review I am trying to produce an entertaining piece of writing which conveys my impression of the album (primarily) and the artist (secondarily). Sometimes this is best accomplished by discussing the songs in detail, at other times I'll take a less literal approach. In this case I found Maus' persona more interesting than his music; in fact I think this album was constructed rather deliberately to the showcase the sensibilities of a self-styled auteur more than any specific musical compositions. I think you'll agree that I made my appraisal of both the artist and his work clear, and that is truly all that I aspire to do when I write a review. Music criticism is not the same as consumer reporting: if I find nothing of aesthetic value in an album, do I need to belabor the point by discussing each track? Consider this a satire on an unlikely and undeserving cult hero.

thiefofire on July 3, 2011, 11:53 AM

Finally! a good review of a mediocre album. It's funny seeing soothla and woogin complaining about the attention put to his academic background (and truths about them) because every review praising the album I've read, usually revolves around John Maus's P.H.D in political sciences. Ah, well you can't go against the current like salmons do and express yourself without having everyone up your back for doing so.

I find nothing cutting edge, trascendental, experimental or even artsy in this music. I just hear decadent retro kitsch. I mean, we've come a long way since the hipster trends of the early 2000's, but this? Decadent.

bandwagon on July 11, 2011, 01:39 PM

"...at worst, like a Human League track played backward in a Walkman taped to the skull of a drowning man"

That made me laugh. Even though, I feel that you heard some other album.

bandwagon on July 11, 2011, 01:54 PM

@thiefofire—Mediocre albums don't get "0" stars. The hatred which comes across in this review sounds almost personal. Maybe, it was a big mistake going hunting for the artists' political musings. Could the reaction towards them created a mental block towards the music? The vocations might be the same but Maus has created an album which is being admired by a lot of people. Look what the author spat out!

this_time_its_personal on July 12, 2011, 07:42 AM

It's quite funny to see a review this personal & have the writer defend it because he likes to write 'entertaining' pieces. The point of a review about a specific product is to talk about the product it's self, it's quite clear you hold a level of bias towards John Maus so you shouldn't of done this review, this review stinks of personal agenda and all I have to say to you is get a blog because you seem to have confused yourself with an actual critic.

robhumanick on July 12, 2011, 06:24 PM

I don't know this artist, but I do know that many artists make work that is intensely personal and deliberately wear everything on their sleeves. That can be a wonderful thing, but it can also be intolerable when the artist has questionable or difficult (to put it nicely) personality traits. If what they create screams "douchebag," and further evidence backs this up, then it's the honest critic's job to call them out on it. Of course, dbags can make great art, too. "Anyone can cook."

imemine on July 29, 2011, 04:09 AM

Factual error: Maus doesn't study at the University of Hawaii, he *teaches* there. He studied (philosophy) at the European Graduate School, somewhere I imagine the author of this ridiculous review wouldn't even be qualified to be janitor, despite (or rather due to) his pompous attempt to demonstrate his 'heavy-hitting' credentials by falsely claiming academic equivalence with Maus and his subsequent casual dismissal of Maus's philosophical writing backed up by nothing but a hand-wave. Maybe instead of trying to be entertaining he should try to put forth an actual argument.

automating_again on August 5, 2011, 11:18 AM

No, he's a graduate student according to the university website. (Graduate students teach.) The European Graduate School, meanwhile, is at worst a scam and at best an informal gathering very unlike a conventional MA program (students don't get to work directly with the famous "faculty," they just get to hear them lecture). Good PhD programs aren't likely to consider it better than taking a few years off. In any case, though I don't have strong feelings either way about the album, I agree with the author in principle. Bringing this sort of thing up in a negative music review is completely fair, to my mind, and it crops up all the time in positive reviews. If you want to get a quick assessment of "the product itself," read record distributors' new release lists. Reviews are a different game.

Ohwell on September 2, 2011, 12:52 AM
Just discovered Maus' music a week ago and have become obsessed with it... Most exciting find I have made in years. This review is inexplicable, except as something odd and personal. The writer doesn't seem to be so bad in other reviews I have checked out, but this is an absolute stinker which makes him (and this website) look stiff, vindictive and stupid. It makes me think that genuine artists actually are met with hostility. Which could be a kind of cool notion if it wasn't more important that truly good music gets out there.

The world is ready for Maus' music, it has heart and a breadth of vision that comes from a completely new and entirely refreshing place. It has thinking, technique and imagination. It opens up an entirely new field and I am in love with it.

Slant get a new music critic. This one is stale.

Ohwell on September 2, 2011, 01:20 AM

Just because I am still kinda peeved by how inane and unfair this review is... by way of a forum for some of Maus' thinking which the reviewer above describes as a "parody of post-structuralist social theory". I wanted to set out a quote from an interview with Maus I really liked-

"I agree with the idea that we should work to give ourselves, and try to be as certain as we can, even perhaps to a pitiless degree, so that we're truly giving something else than what already was. Because what already is, babies on fire and shit like that, whole continents dying of disease and everything that we all know, when we all know it's bad. So maybe if we want something different from that it's something we need to struggle pitilessly for, as opposed to consuming, communicating, and enjoying."

This is miles away from a pretentious, fatuous idiot quoting Derrida (God knows there are many of those kinds of people and they very much are worth getting stuck into). This is direct, serious thinking about humanity and the effort and meaning of art in a way people aren't really doing right now and it is actually really important. So don't be put off by this idiot review and go and check Maus out.

DUFFMANSAYSYES on September 7, 2011, 05:50 AM

the Duff corporation wholeheartedly supports the this album.

+1 on bandwagon (above)

pw on October 23, 2011, 07:33 PM

I won't attack this reviewer for his review. He is entitled to his opinion. Here is mine.

John Maus is not exactly exploring new territory on this LP but then again, if you enjoy his music, then this should not pose too much of a problem, or any at all. His production is still dense and lo fi. His lyrics are still as existentially bleak and occasionally darkly humorous as always. And some songs transcend the genre he is working within and distill a graceful beauty that borders on heartbreaking. His music is, for some of us at least, never less than engaging and interesting. I believe this album is much stronger than his last album, and on par with his first. It is fairly clear that Maus is not for everyone, based on my own experiences playing it in my car for unsuspecting listeners. For those of us that hear and understand, we are grateful for his contribution.

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