When I had first listened to Mac DeMarco’s second album, “Salad Days,” it was after a long day of classes. Amazon had delivered the album about three days before its release and when I came home on my day off to see the album sitting on my door I almost became religious. I went into my apartment, opened up the album, threw it on my player. Before hitting play I stretched out across the floor in my room and unwound. It was music to my ears as the king of slacker-rock took me on a journey. Finally a modern artist made something with a little soul. The opening track of the same name of the album starts off to a nice rhythm. Between verses, DeMarco takes to scat, worldless singing, as he carries the tune and, my lord, I had never heard anything so wonderful.
As the album progresses, the Mac DeMarco sound of scratchy guitars tossed in with his lazy lyrics take you on a journey. It’s the perfect music to be playing on your day off as you kick back and enjoy the view. This album is gold and every moment you’re driven through this slacker-rock motif. It’s almost a lifestyle, man, of just hanging back and listening to this kind of stuff. You’re the Dude, you’re the man, you’re chill and it’s nice. You’d imagine this album playing when you’re at a Labor Day pool party. Good friends, good times and good music as Mac DeMarco takes you on a journey.
This album is easily one of my favorites. I mean, read how it was recorded. The album really resonates with our generation. If you’re an apathetic millennial then this album on vinyl is a must have. It’s your battle cry, it’s your anthem, it’s your, “Watching my life passing in front of my eyes,” album and it’s here to save you. So pick up a copy and listen to Macky, you might learn something. Have an acoustic sneak peek at the album here:
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Jesse Millard, junior, is a journalism major at the school where everyone wears gold “a bit too much.” He spends his time going to class, drinking coffee, listening to records, reading, writing, etc. Also, he finds himself writing quick 2-3 sentence long bios in the third person, more often than not.
