Mac DeMarco‘s music is warm and slacked out, with a heady, sinister kick, like a nice breeze laced by gasoline fumes. His whole first album takes place on a couple of fake radio stations, the kind that you might hear leaking from the streaky windows of a once-white van (“you’re rockin’ straight through midnight with me, Dojo Daniel, on 96.7 THE PIPE”). And his most tender love song, complete with falsetto swirls and a gorgeous cascading outro, is about cigarettes. DeMarco’s newest release, Salad Days (Captured Tracks), uses his signature glossy guitar, boy drawl, and sun-blunted tempo to nudge at deeper questions about ennui and having too much fun. He’s joined by Juan Wauters (of The Beets), a beach philosopher equally fluent in Spanish and Californian guitar. Rounding out the bill are Amen Dunes (Sacred Bones Records), who play atmospheric psych ballads for high-oxygen atmospheres, and local faves Vundabar, who play escalator rock (it takes you up and up and up if you’re patient). Tonight at the Middle East Downstairs!

8 pm // 18+ // $13 (adv) $15 (doors)