Mac's spent the week talking to the press about his new album, he broke that up with a solo show in north London
In between the burps and fake retching, the aborted Eric Clapton covers and Janet Jackson impressions, the hyena howls and swigs of Patron, Mac DeMarco’s genius songwriting shines through tonight, reminding the crowd gathered in this small pub that his talent and goofball persona go hand in hand.
With two nights at Brixton Academy booked in May, these days a 350 capacity solo show like this is a rare event. The fans here know it. They scream “I fucking love you,” at the top of their lungs. They know the words to every song. They know the missing lead guitar parts to ‘Ode To Vice Roy’ and gladly sing them to fill the gaps. They cheer when they learn his girlfriend Kiera is here and lead a chant for his mum Agnes. They embrace their neighbours during ‘The Way You’d Love Her’ before leaping on stage and hugging the man himself.
The whole night is a big love-in but then, you only have to listen to Mac’s songs to know he’s a romantic at heart. Renditions of ‘Let Her Go’ and ‘Let My Baby Stay’ from 2014’s ‘Salad Days’ are particularly sweet, especially during the latter when he glances at Kiera for confirmation mid-way through singing the line “Far as I can tell she’s happy, livin’ with her Macky.”