Review Summary: Introspection with melody
Some of you are looking at that rating and thinking to yourselves, "Hey, how come that rating is as high as it is?" Well that's what this here review is here for. Mac DeMarco is a rad kid, born 1990 who has just released his second album. It's built off the cynicism and harshness that is the fame leviathan. This monster with its constant attachments and Mac feeds off it in this album.
Combining interesting melodies and riffs and whatnot that are relaxed at a slow beach wave tempo with cynical and melancholy lyrics that are quite often less introspective and more or less serve as an unsure assurance to himself. The title track lends itself to the darker side of DeMarco's perspective, with opening lyrics such as:
As I’m getting older, chip up on my shoulder
Rolling through life, to roll over and die
This continues with a playful scat singing after each verse which I believe serve as a childish way of laughing off the bull*** seriousness he is dealing with. DeMarco constantly reassures himself to "act his age" in this song. Blue Boy and Brother seem to deal with DeMarco's self-consciousness about the critics of this world who scrutinize his every move, "Blue boy, worried about the world's eyes," or scrutinize his goofiness or image, "worried about his haircut". Brother seems to feed off the previous track as it's DeMarco informing himself to slow it down. Just take it easy, forget about it as Mac seems to have fallen prey to the 9 to 5 mindset he warned himself against. What follows after the first introspective tracks are some love-type songs, one of which deals with his worrying over his baby girl having to leave him due to VISA type *** (which is bull***, if I may say so, the having to have a VISA to be somewhere thing, not the actual song).
What you're essentially left with is an introspective album. An album built around DeMarco's incessant, gnawing insecurities and over-thinking that bashes calmly itself against the thin, smooth and upbeat/relaxed melodies that Mac contrasts against the cynical lyricism swarming this album. It's quite easy to enjoy this cohesive, short and chilled out mood of an album. It almost transports all the worrisome thoughts you're having and transmutes them with DeMarco's personal interpretation, which makes for an intriguing flow of relaxation and lazy warmth.
I recommend it bruh, check it out. ***'s tight.
