Free of any hip genre-signifiers, 2 sees DeMarco find his home in an endless jangle, humming down the Main Street of your brain with a guitar slung over his shoulder.
He's still not entirely upfront, but he has a knack for building songs where the realness of his subject matter lies just below the surface.
Compared to Rock and Roll Night Club, 2 is a more polished and refined take on his brand of minimalist rock, structured around his keen songwriting.
There is something unique about Mac DeMarco in 2012, his sound is very traditional in both form and style but there is a very refreshing quality at the heart of 2.
The whole thing is breezy and effortless – just pretty little nuggets of melody and ennui.
In an era of indie rock that’s very much about mixing and matching precisely chosen influences, there’s some thrilling about the way Mac DeMarco’s best work sounds like no one but Mac DeMarco.
Mac DeMarco may assume a trashy façade, but beneath that lies a genuinely talented songwriter who writes what he knows and keeps us entertained while he does it.
Every song is fascinating in that no matter how much the meaning of each track seems obvious, there will be something new to consider or understand after every listen.
DeMarco is still a befuddling character, but the compressed landscape of 2 takes steps away from his cartoonish beginnings toward something equally strange, but possibly more grown up.
He owns these songs of slackerhood completely, delivering a lean collection of 11 that concisely communicate the nature of the 20-something daydreamer – no more, no less.
It angers and delights in equal measures, and without the try-hard imagery the record wouldn’t stand out quite as much.
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|# 12 -||Obscure Sound|
|# 43 -||Pitchfork|
|# 30 -||Spinner|
|# 10 -||Time Out London|
|# 26 -||Urban Outfitters|