Mac DeMarco rightfully earned his title as indie rock’s class clown. However, for his latest outing, Salad Days, he pumps the brakes on the shenanigans, and came with a promise, namely that things would be darker and more serious this time around. While “darker” for DeMarco seems like a chipper record for anyone else, there’s a maturity evident in both music and lyrics. He pledged to stop writing songs about “absolutely nothing,” effectively ending his run as indie rock Seinfeld, and instead turned his focus inward and onto things he loved. In a recent interview, DeMarco confessed that he and his bandmates were tired of their live act after a year and a half of non-stop touring. Such fatigue is evident on this record. It’s rare to see an identity crisis like this so early in the career of a promising artist, but DeMarco doesn’t spend time wallowing. Instead, he crafted a companion piece to his previous works, fleshing out a fuller image of an artist “struggling” to find his place in the landscape of indie rock. With regards to his self-labeled “jizz jazz” genre, consider this his magnum opus.