I, unfortunately, am not as lucky and was left waiting for the music to click the entire time to no avail. DeMarco just keeps tuning his instruments and never plays the music. It meanders endlessly. ‘…Hot Dogs’ isn’t good, at all. But to be fair, by doing absolutely nothing and going absolutely nowhere, it doesn’t warrant a bad score either. Like Mac DeMarco’s entire catalogue, this latest LP is masterfully middling. It’s elevator music for those descending to the first floor for a smoke break.