Based, in isolation, on lead track "Out of Tune," one might mistakenly propose the theory that Gus is a cynical mid-'90s attempt to land a male Alanis Morissette. Admittedly, a couple of early tracks (see also "Big Wheel") feature that rapidly-becoming-ubiquitous heavy trip-hop rhythm set to "I'm going to slash someone else's wrists if not my own" edge. Fortunately, Gus the album is not only one of those discs that gets better with each listen, but also seems to improve its stature as each track reluctantly releases it's grip on the speakers to make way for the next haunting apparition. Gus the performer offers a deeply expressive voice that torques through a dizzy range of emotions -- from desperately thoughtful to "wreak havoc" intensity, you cannot but hang on for the ride. His songs stem from an acoustic guitar, singersongwriter base, yet common perception of the term "singersongwriter" applies only in the most non-traditional sense, as one might so designate a Jane Siberry or a Matthew Sweet. In all, Gus and Gus deliver an almost perfect blend of songconstruction craftsmanship, giddy pop tunesmanship, psychedelic quirkiness, and raw, rocking, angst.
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AllMusic Review by Roch Parisien