But a studied eye in indie music never makes an artist. I’ve seen DeMarco several times since, usually playing alone as Teenage Mysticism, and it’s clear that the power of his thematically fragile, earnest work comes from the aura he exudes. When the audience applauds louder and louder (and they always do), you can watch the joy spread across his face and a little giggle slips out. It’s like he doesn’t even know that what he’s doing blows most acts his size away.
DeMarco’s Teenage Mysticism project is signed to the Epiphysis Foundation, the same excellent label home to MacGregor George, who I’ve covered here before, and his most recent album, Dead Channels, released last year is available on bandcamp to stream or purchase for $5. Do it so you can say you bought his album before he blew up.