Sleazy genius-boy Mac DeMarco returns with the follow up to his wildly successful breakout album, 2. This collection, rather than being a “difficult third album,” sees DeMarco breezing effortlessly into more mature territory. Sonically, the songs are expectantly weightless and roomy; replete with plenty of clean, chorused guitar work. Lyrically, DeMarco’s usual cheekiness is subdued beautifully. His sense of self awareness, particularly on “Let My Baby Stay,” is used as more than just a means to a good punch line: these songs have the ability to melt and move you. Salad Days stands in perfect opposition to the skeptical onlookers who disapprove of DeMarco’s many quirks and antics.
