: A more introspective record that showed his growth as a songwriter. It is widely available at Barnes & Noble and Best Buy .

DeMarco’s music is tactile. It’s about sticky carpets, old gear, and cigarette burns. A digital file doesn't convey that. But a CD booklet printed on recycled paper with visible ink bleed? That does. The physical packaging of Mac’s CDs often includes goofy thank-you notes, hidden photos of his band (The

Mac DeMarco is often described as the "lo-fi prince" or a "slacker rock icon." These labels are easy, but they miss the profound tension at the center of his work. DeMarco makes music that feels like a memory before it has even finished playing. His sound is sepia-toned, warbly, and soaked in a cheap, sunny nostalgia. And nowhere is this more physically manifest than in the CD.

The CD is silent. It allows the weird panning of the synthesizers in Here Comes the Cowboy to wash over you without the crackle of dust. Plus, you can listen to Heart to Heart on repeat without getting up to flip the record. Laziness? Maybe. Efficiency? Definitely.