These split not quite evenly between woozy and out-of-focus synth-led sad songs and deceptively upbeat guitar-led sad songs Mac’s distinctive guitar sound has shifted very slightly, now twangier and more plastic, with less chime and space than earlier material, still less the fuzzy haze of his Makeout Videotape days, and the measure of plunky electric piano has been significantly upped. The slightly doleful love songs are now all about girls instead of cigarettes, weird bits of quasi-sincerity and worry washed up on the shore and/or left out too long in the sun. There’s scarcely a trace of other previously assumed “Mac” personas, like the pitched-down sleaze of Rock and Roll Nightclub, or Salad Days’s nostalgia and platitudinous but plausible advice about not worrying, etc. Another One finds “Mac” mostly wearing the one mask - more role than substance 1 - of lovelorn melancholia, blurrily animating the most egregious clichés with a certain warped and oddly believable charm.
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