Half-asleep though he may sound on 2, DeMarco zeros in on a certain zone that happens to celebrate underachievement, and yet the record itself is far from one. 2’s subject matter, meanwhile, is as loose and detached as the countless airy guitar riffs that accompany it DeMarco is equally carefree singing about unemployment in ∿reaking Out the Neighborhood as he is while serenading his favorite cigarette brand in Ode to Viceroy. Also like Days, 2 is one of the most deceptively masterful exhibitions of sedated and sun-soaked guitar rock youll hear all year.ĭeMarco tones down the Elvis-in-lipstick pastiche he wore so prominently on his Captured Tracks debut EP, Rock and Roll Nightclub, instead shifting his focus towards restraint and consistency. Like Real Estates Days, its stylistic cousin from last year, 2 is certain to incite just as much high acclaim as frustrated backlash to all the acclaim for such technically basic music, and you can bet the farm that the first criticism youll hear will be a slightly prolonged version of zzzzz. The last-minute grace note is equal parts cute and winking. After strumming the last chord of Still Together, we hear DeMarco set down his strings, lean over and half-whisper to an anonymous companion Kiki, Hey, time for bed, youre sleeping/You have a little indentation from the glasses that you fell asleep in.
The last 40 seconds of Mac DeMarcos 2 (spoiler alert?) feature a one-way conversation.
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