Indie rock has been out of the the zeitgeist’s favor for a minute, but that hasn’t stopped Mac DeMarco from rolling out his sludgy, tobacco-flavored jams and jaunty poetry. Surely, DeMarco cashes in on the slacker/stoner vibe with his goofy noodling and glazed over aesthetic, but digging below the surface reveals sharp-witted, poetic takes on millennial existence. His third album, Salad Days, builds on the gap-toothed grinning approach he’s taken so far, but don’t overlook these songs—they’ve got legs, too.
Tue., April 8, 9:30 p.m., 2014