On the surface, Mac DeMarco’s music is a lot like the
man behind it: chilled, approachable, and secretly competent. His voice is
soft, soothing, and often sparse; his warbling, warped guitar tone makes it
sound like your turntable is broken, but, like, in a good way. From 2 to
Another One, DeMarco’s music has always been a decently easy listen, sounding
effortless even though we can’t begin to guess the amount of work that went
into them.
But beneath the surface – the odes to Viceroy and
jaunty hooks – is a discography that sounds increasingly anxious and
vulnerable. This Old Dog, DeMarco’s latest, is no exception. Though he releases
music videos that feature guys in dog masks kissing Winnie the Pooh statues and
pairs them with press releases shamelessly and inexplicably describing the plot
of A Dog’s Purpose, the album itself is less jovial than the publicity stunts
suggest.
On it, DeMarco sings about life and loss; about
mortality. On lead single “My Old Man,” he sings about seeing more of his
father in himself.
The Mac DeMarco fans ( including me ) who’ve followed
his story know enough even without knowing the exact details. They know that
DeMarco, born Vernor Winfield McBriare Smith IV, had his name changed when he
was five-years-old after an ultimatum from his mother to his father.
Anyway, his music in the best in the world. I love him
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