Luckily, Mac treats his gigs more like a spring break keg party.

Great for fans of Perth's thriving psych scene, of course, but live you would expect to need handfuls of downers to reach his wavelength.

This Canadian slacker pop heart-throb's baritone vocal sinks beneath guitars warped in honour of My Bloody Valentine, creating the effect of an underwater Pavement or a very bendy Beck. O n record, it often sounds as if John Peel is reaching out from beyond the grave to play Mac DeMarco's entire career at the wrong speed.