A third album of '80s sensations
Maus’ third album is a thundering slap of imagined ’80s pop hits, seemingly recorded from the radio onto a cracked cassette tape. Like his sometime bandmate Ariel Pink, Maus has taken the elemental aspects of those starry gems (the rabbit-out-of-a-trap time signature, the cruddy keyboards) and made them his own.
The counterpoint is his doomy vocals. Between the sentient Casio keyboard demo of [b]‘Streetlight’[/b], [b]‘Head Of The Country’[/b], which throws shameless [b]Heaven 17[/b]-like shapes, and the dour [a]Magnetic Fields[/a]-like stomp of [b]‘Hey Moon’[/b], this album is a an embarrassment of riches.
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