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Aug 22, 2025This is a no-bells-or-whistles effort from DeMarco, staying true to the Guitar title by tying together string-driven emotional releases with jaw-dropping consistency.
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Aug 21, 2025‘Guitar’ is easily one of Mac DeMarco’s most humane, and emotive records.
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Aug 20, 2025If there’s a curveball in what is a charmingly lo-fi release, it’s the higher vocal register he settles into for most of these tracks - something that might alienate fans of his tighter, poppier work circa ‘Salad Days’. Regardless, Mac’s back - for real, this time.
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Aug 18, 2025Nothing feels forced; rather, the album gently unfurls at a languid pace. DeMarco remains the relatable everyman, his laidback delivery happily coexisting alongside his ever-present mastery of the titular instrument ("Rock and Roll," "Holy").
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UncutAug 18, 2025His playing is smart but no flash, though he does show off his six-string chops with some acid blues bending on "rock And Roll". [Oct 2025, p.24]
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MojoAug 18, 2025Another of those Mac DeMarco LPS wherein a deliberately spare palette pays dividends. [oct 2025, p.90]
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Aug 25, 2025This is DeMarco’s most direct and confident expression ever—OK with being a little sad, happy to have the chance to get over it.
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Sep 22, 2025Guitar is ripe with disarming simplicity that only spotlights DeMarco’s remarkable ability to write songs that evoke subtle yet potent feelings of helplessness at the hands of fate, time, and love slipping through his fingers.
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Aug 22, 2025Ultimately, with Guitar, DeMarco is working against the friction of his inescapable audience expectations to declare where he stands now: wiser and more intent, although still victim to tedium.
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Aug 20, 2025It's not a fun listen by most metrics, but investing some time in its lonely chill eventually reveals a deeper side of DeMarco's musical vision, one of slow rumination that's just as valuable as the combustible spark of his earlier days.
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Aug 19, 2025It’s all just a bit too gentle and understated, intimate not in the sense that it feels like listening to an artist bare his soul, but like a songman strumming some plain melodies to the first words that come to mind.