‘I ain’t goin’ go judge no record by its goddarn cover, but Montréal scamp Mac DeMarco here simultaneously looks like the sort of goon your mom advises you best avoid and the type of loon you find yourself helplessly allured to. Fitting, therefore, that Mac DeMarco 2 (this is actually, counterintuitively, DeMarco’s début full-length, although it soon becomes apparent that the droll and jocular are the young pawnshop geetar slinger’s preferred character adjectives) be an endearing marriage of the dirty and the dear that, ultimately, enchants more than DeMarco may in sordid adolescent reverie.’

Dots & Dashes review the wistful elegia of Mac DeMarco 2…