Cheeky and devilishly charming, Mac DeMarco’s last album, 2, saw him rocket from relative obscurity to dirt bag indie stardom. His third studio album, Salad Days, a tongue-in-cheek odyssey complete with dirt under its fingernails, negotiates the difficulties of newfound fame. As “Goodbye Weekend” warns the powers that be, “don’t go telling me how this boy should be leading his own life / Sometimes it’s rough but relatively speaking I’m fine,” it’s clear that the critical acclaim hasn’t gone to DeMarco’s head.
Before a live performance of “Let My Baby Stay,” one of several love songs dreamy enough to make any high school sweetheart weak at the knees. DeMarco announces, “My girlfriend and I moved to New York by accident this summer, and this song is about how she’s not allowed to live here.” Adorable.
