…My salad days, / When I was green in judgment, cold in blood…
–‘Antony & Cleopatra’
My first encounter with Mac Demarco was with his balls in the music video for ‘Way to be loved’ by TOPS. I concluded that he was obnoxious, and therefore, his music would be obnoxious too. It took me two years to realize that judging people is bad. Mac Demarco is one of the chillest. First proof: he’s fucking weird.
Second proof: he wrote and produced it by himself, played all the instruments himself and recorded this from his Bedstuy-Stuyvesant apartment. Himself.
According to oxfordstudent.com, Slacker rock can be made by anyone who’s pretty chilled and has a guitar. Mac Demarco in a nutshell. Those riffs are deliberate and majestic.
That aside, he calls his groovy lo-fi sound ‘jizz-jazz’ but it’s also been called blue wave, because that’s just what it is: an ocean wave crashing over you as you lay on the sand and the sand is glittery; the kind of music you listen to from a hammock strung between palm trees. It’s a 90’s surf tape on VCR.
No intro or nothing too: straight off with the title, ‘Salad days’. Kind of jarring but you start to fall into the cornfield sunset rhythm of it. ‘Let Her Go’ is what would play at your high school dance, if your principal and DJ was Wes Anderson. He asks his friend to be real with his girl, or tell her to leave. In ‘Chamber of Reflections’, He relates his smoke soaked studio to the Freemason chamber of reflections, he’s in isolation. The outro track is a serene goodbye from Mac himself, ‘John’s Odyssey’. He thanks us for listening, see you around.
Moral of the story: Chill, have fun. Tell the farts to shove their advice up their anus.
Rated: 3.4 / 5