You might think of Mac DeMarco as a wacky dude, always with the beer and the jokes. But on his fourth record he’s totally bummed out. As great as these new songs are, they’re also incredibly repetitive: the same riff, the same mood, the same shimmery guitar and the same words: ‘heart’, ‘her’, ‘love’, ‘me’, ‘other’, ‘another’. It’s like someone telling you how much they miss their ex, over and over again.
