There’s a whole discourse about how this most recent DeMarco record, This Old Dog, is supposed to mark his foray into Maturity, shedding his spattered snakeskin and embracing adult stuff like Growing Up and also Getting Old in a way that I would posit is supposed to set him up for a long and successful career as a revered and beloved serious songwriter.īut what I realised at the mainstage in Mill Park tonight is that the songs have always been there, and they’ve always been good.Įarlier cuts from records like Salad Days and 2 are flatly fantastic – ‘Viceroy’ and the titular ‘Salad Days’ come to mind. Mac’s not a space cadet: he’s a maverick – and that distinction is important because one implies weird for the sake of being weird or weird-via-being-too-cooked, and the other implies an embrace of the unconventional because you think differently. Yes, they look, as Lewis Hobba so eloquently described it on the radio this afternoon, “half like belong in the 70s, and half like belong in Street Fighter”, but I got the vibe all wrong. I stayed of my own volition, and I did it because I really enjoyed it. Tbh it was kind of unintentional - I hit the front row of his Laneway set for triple j with the intent of securing some #prime #internet #content and then G’n TFO of there.īut then I stayed.
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