>pitchfork.com
>highsnobiety.com
>theguardian.com
>tinymixtapes.com
>independent.co.uk
OH NONONONONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OH NONONONONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Not him too...
why the fuck do you keep posting this
Lol Alex Calder was and is better than Mac. Ashame he raped a chick.
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ooooooooh nononono hahahahaha white men are cancelled sweaty
Rock and Roll night club was his peak. Kinda said to see how shitty he's become especially if you got into him with that album.
>6.7
>bad
huh?
That album is kind of ass. 2 was his obvious peak
>On his fourth and worst album,
I don't know why this made me crack up so much.
I agree completely after that it's been down hill. Salad days was decent but it was the beginning of his style change. Oh well I'll listen to his new stuff just not that into it.
But this is an accurate review
P4rk are absolute who's now.
Post needledicks score. Imo light 6
based
needlefags on his stupid ass nothing tour, doing god knows what for the poor idiots who payed for that shit.
based. FUCK straight white males
shut up faggot
>But Here Comes the Cowboy, his fourth and worst album, trades inward curiosity for despondency. Always exquisitely unbothered, the indie-rock poster boy now sounds like he can’t be bothered.
>As if to forestall a backlash, DeMarco has spent considerable energy tamping down expectations around the record. “I’m in a place right now where I just don’t care,” the 29-year-old told Huck magazine. “I assumed this record would pop up, fly under the radar, maybe some people listen to it. I’m totally fine with that.”
>Maybe it helps, when your hobby is now your job and your job has sent you spiralling into existential unrest, to imagine the process can be reversed. That a return to innocent creativity is as simple as moving to LA, writing increasingly anonymous ballads and releasing them on an imprint called Mac’s Record Label.
>But the evidence across Here Comes the Cowboy – in the plodding McCartney-Lennonisms of “Skyless Moon” and the formulaic “All of Our Yesterdays” – is that DeMarco is lost. Marquee songs like “Finally Alone” remain undeniable, resplendent with guitar doodles and DeMarco’s casually soul-searching drawl, but there is no longer an alluring mope at the centre of it all.
>But now he is coasting, on idly Mac DeMarco-esque hooks and on the cachet of his supposedly relatable character. The image he’s selling – the chill tunesmith in yesterday’s boxers – demands resistance to change. It’s a reality he knows well, but judging by the disappointing Here Comes the Cowboy, he seems unsure what to do about it.
>Once the toast of slackers everywhere, DeMarco has never sounded more ambivalent, ready to close his eyes and slink back into obscurity.
They just dont get it, they wanted mac to make a happy album, what he made is a sad album- hence the dumb smiley logo
kek
>>Once the toast of slackers everywhere, DeMarco has never sounded more ambivalent, ready to close his eyes and slide into obesity.
I used to love Mac but if I saw him today I'd honestly try to kill him just to put him out of his misery. He's like an old sick dog that you can't stand to see hurt any longer.
He hates being the goofball but that's all he's got and he has to keep playing the character to maintain a living. His career, the one chance of him following his dream of being a real musician, is a completely embarrassing disaster. He has a failing liver, his bitch gf walks all over him and the fact she's cuckolding him is all but confirmed. He's balding.
I think he'd kill himself if not for cigarettes, but with his. I'd just tell him I'm sorry and put a bullet in the back of his head.
Jesus, this reads like a 3.1 review but they still have him nearly a 7.
This is part of his redemption arc. You'll see. We'll all see.
I think the album's alright desu