John Maus @ The Art School, Glasgow, 25 Nov

There's a reason that John Maus shows barely scrape the hour mark. The intensity of his performance is such that maintaining it any longer would surely result in diminishing returns. From the intro of opening track Bombs Away, Maus works himself into a frenzy, something more or less continued through the whole show.

Maus' songs frequently take the form of spacious, gleaming synthpop, lyrics arriving as and when without necessarily being the driving force of the music. His surreal and dystopian proclamations often sitting uncomfortably atop the smooth synth arrangements. Maus himself mimics this disjointedness as he headbangs with a vigour usually reserved for only the metal-est of shows. He pogos out of time with the music, pounds his chest and punches his own head, all while maintaining his ghostly croon.

To say that he is a magnetic performer would be a major understatement – you simply can't look away from him as he commands the stage. He never directly addresses the audience, but his fist pumps and shrieks are absorbed by the sold out crowd and they respond with as much as they've got, but it's nothing compared to what Maus is giving out.

After a bit of a mid-set lull, Touchdown reignites the masses and is followed by fan favourites like Pure Rockets and Cop Killer, before a celebratory Pets closes the main set. The encore consists solely of Believer, and as a sweat-drenched and dishevelled Maus leaves the stage he throws one more 'We did it!' double fist pump our way, communicating a joy and sense of accomplishment much more than a 'Thank you' would have done. To run through a cycle of physically demanding, cathartic music every night is a lot to ask of any performer, but John Maus definitely gives it his best shot.