
Salad Days LP
āAs Iām getting older, chip up on my shoulderā¦ā is the opening line from Mac DeMarcoās second full-length LP Salad Days, the follow up to 2012ās lauded āMac DeMarco 2. Amongst that familiar croon and lilting guitar, that initial line from the title track sets the tone for an LP of a maturing singer/songwriter/producer: someone strangely self-aware of the positives and negatives of their current situation at the ripe old age of 23.
Written and recorded around a relentless tour schedule (which picked up all over again as soon as the LP was done), Salad Days gives the listener a very personal insight into what itās all about to be Mac amidst the craziness of a rising career in a very public format. The lead single, āPassing Out Pieces,ā set to huge overdriven organ chords, contains lines like āā¦never been reluctant to share, passing out pieces of meā¦ā Clearly, this isnāt the same record that breezily gave us āDreamināā and āOde to Viceroy,ā but the result of what comes from their success. āChamber of Reflection,ā a track featuring icy synth stabs and soulful crooning, wouldnāt be out of place on a fantasy Shuggie Otis and Prince collaboration. Standout tracks like these show Macās widening sound, whether insights into future directions or even just welcome one-off forays into new territory.
Still, this is musically, lyrically and melodically good old Mac DeMarco, through and through. The same crisp John Lennon / Phil Spector era homegrown lush production that could have walked out of Geoff Emerickās mixing board in 1972, but with that peculiar Mac touch thatās completely of right now. āBrother,ā a complete future classic, is Mac at his most soulful and easygoing but with that distinct weirdness and bite that can only come from Mr. DeMarco.āTreat Her Betterā is rife with āMac-isms,ā heavily chorused slinky lead guitar, swooning vocal melodies, effortless chords that come along only after years of effort, and the other elements seriously lacking in independent music: sentiment and heartfelt sincerity.
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āAs Iām getting older, chip up on my shoulderā¦ā is the opening line from Mac DeMarcoās second full-length LP Salad Days, the follow up to 2012ās lauded āMac DeMarco 2. Amongst that familiar croon and lilting guitar, that initial line from the title track sets the tone for an LP of a maturing singer/songwriter/producer: someone strangely self-aware of the positives and negatives of their current situation at the ripe old age of 23.
Written and recorded around a relentless tour schedule (which picked up all over again as soon as the LP was done), Salad Days gives the listener a very personal insight into what itās all about to be Mac amidst the craziness of a rising career in a very public format. The lead single, āPassing Out Pieces,ā set to huge overdriven organ chords, contains lines like āā¦never been reluctant to share, passing out pieces of meā¦ā Clearly, this isnāt the same record that breezily gave us āDreamināā and āOde to Viceroy,ā but the result of what comes from their success. āChamber of Reflection,ā a track featuring icy synth stabs and soulful crooning, wouldnāt be out of place on a fantasy Shuggie Otis and Prince collaboration. Standout tracks like these show Macās widening sound, whether insights into future directions or even just welcome one-off forays into new territory.
Still, this is musically, lyrically and melodically good old Mac DeMarco, through and through. The same crisp John Lennon / Phil Spector era homegrown lush production that could have walked out of Geoff Emerickās mixing board in 1972, but with that peculiar Mac touch thatās completely of right now. āBrother,ā a complete future classic, is Mac at his most soulful and easygoing but with that distinct weirdness and bite that can only come from Mr. DeMarco.āTreat Her Betterā is rife with āMac-isms,ā heavily chorused slinky lead guitar, swooning vocal melodies, effortless chords that come along only after years of effort, and the other elements seriously lacking in independent music: sentiment and heartfelt sincerity.













