REVIEW: Mac DeMarco’s Salad Days
Mac DeMarco has come to be known for his wild stage antics. After getting bored with doing the same shtick for over a year and a half, DeMarco decided to take himself a little more seriously. The result is the incredibly laid back sophomore effort Salad Days.
This album sounds as if it was written in the 60s. DeMarco pulls influences from surf rock, folk, soul, and psychedelic rock. Salad Days includes a variety of tracks including surf rock guitar songs (“Blue Boy”, “Treat Her Better”), psychedelic synth-rooted tracks (“Passing Out Pieces”), and simple folk songs (“Let My Baby Stay”). The mood of the album ranges from somber (“Chamber of Reflection”) to much more lighthearted (“Let Her Go”).
This is probably one of my shorter reviews, but overall, I would say that Salad Days is a phenomenal album. The tracks are varied enough so that the album doesn’t get boring but is still coherent and the musicianship is excellent. Listen to Salad Days at the soonest possible chance.
Note: This was written three and a half months ago and I forgot to publish it.
Your ice bucket sucks.
Fuck man, I hate seeing pointless Facebook videos and I hate people who criticize it. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, huh? Look, stop doing this stupid meme if you don’t actually give a shit. Find some medical condition that’s affecting someone you actually know and focus on that instead. And as someone who bleeds pinstripes, you all suck if you didn’t already know ALS.
Don’t trust me with jello shots
Unless of course you want both of us to get absolutely smashed
House of Vans
It’s a cool venue. And they get a lot of cool artists to play there. And they give away free beer. Yea. It sounds like a really fucking cool place. But they always overbook. And half the people that tickets for shows don’t get in. Yea, sure it’s free. Whatever. But the $10 I spent getting there and back wasn’t free. And this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten turned away. So here’s your two solutions. One: House of Vans, stop overbooking free shows. You’re not the fucking Colbert Report. Or two: don’t even bother getting tickets to these shows unless you plan on showing up two hours before doors open.
Fuck this venue.
Ok, so if you read my last post, you realize I love United Nations (the band, not the actual UN). The biggest thing I have to worry about in my life right now is which shirt to wear tomorrow. Do I wear the Thursday shirt or the Converge shirt?
Thoughts for the night
First of all, I’m drunk. Ok. Now on to more important things. Miles Davis and the Cool is the best song ever. It’s fucking amazing that the music department at my school still recognizes me even though I only did a minor. And it’s even better when your advisor is at the same hockey game as you and tells you to double fist. And then even more so when the man that wrote you a recommendation letter gets to see you trashed. Twice.
But the most important part is that United fucking Nations is playing tomorrow night. And even though it’s more of a pain in the ass to take the G instead of the 7, you’re still going to do that because you’ve loved this band since their first album because Thursday is amazing and fuck Queens.
Holy fuck I am drunk.