Like the days of Steely Dan or Harry Nilsson releasing a classic album every year (or less) comes Mac DeMarco’s Another One, a mini LP announced one year after the release of the meteorically successful Salad Days.
2015 mini album release from the Canadian singer/songwriter. After a minute or two of these soothing, aqueous sounds, DeMarco tells us his home address, inviting us to stop by, so he can “make ya a cup of coffee.” I’ll take it black, please.Vinyl LP pressing. “My House on the Water” samples Queens’ Lower Bay. To close, Mac does a daring, but not surprising, thing. “Without Me” is a sweet, endearing ode to the possibilities of love-maybe expressing affection for his long time girlfriend, Kiki? The track shifts smoothly between major and minor keys to create a yearning effect, and Mac’s voice leaves nothing to be questioned. And much like Salad Days, Mac shows his softer side. DeMarco balances the old with the new, keeping to his fuzzy guitar melodies. On “A Heart Like Hers,” instrumentals deem themselves comparable to Dwight Twilley and the Bee Gees. This time around, Mac’s songs are significantly more synth-driven. “No Other Heart” feels remnant of a cheesy love ballad that only an ’80s teen flick could have inspired, while “The Way You’d Love Her” hails back to the authentic guitar-pop sound that made last year’s Salad Days an outstanding addition to his catalog. The album rings like an instant head-bopper, apt for breezy walks or evening drives.
Mac sticks to his friendly persona on Another One, as if every delectable guitar riff is an invitation into his psychedelic world, and his songs resonate with his do-good, be-good vibe-twangy guitars and warm vocals exude an approachable, “everything is gonna be alright” tone.
The only catch was that they had to bring a food bank donation (talk about cookin’ up something good). Just last month, DeMarco set up camp at new Brooklyn Bar Our Wicked Lady, and fans were invited to chow down on a hot dog (grilled by Demarco himself) and listen to new EP Another One. Since his career has picked up, Mac has become something like a Brooklyn-bred Mr. So, where would Mac DeMarco fall in this weird underclass hierarchy? Judging by his lovable demeanor and goofball additives, DeMarco would be somewhere between Relatable Jokester and Boy Your Dad Could Probably Play Foosball With. The class clown was typically an obvious one, and everyone had their favorites for class heartthrob. Back in high school, it was always fun to fit people into superlatives based on their personalities or reputation.
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