Mac DeMarco is not entirely at home in the music world. He is far too crazy - at concerts he sometimes undresses spontaneously - to ever become world famous. At the same time, the Canadian does not fit in with the (indie) bands who, like him in 2014, are hailed by blogs such as Pitchfork. His music has some similarities with Tame Impala's retrospective pastiches, but then it ends. DeMarco does not
… make gritty indie rock or incomprehensible electro. He makes real songs, which you have to sit down for. He doesn't choose garish arrangements, but rather the understatement; it's pop music with a small letter p. His cool guitar licks are not pumped up with all kinds of effects, but are full of feeling. In his lyrics he stays close to everyday life, just like Ray Davies from The Kinks, which he copies a little too flashy on the title track. DeMarco sings melancholy about his 'salad days', his golden youth. The singer / guitarist is only 23 years old when this second album is released. And already full of nostalgia for other times. (JE)more
