The song just repeats the same three phrases over an uninspired Jimmy Buffett acoustic guitar riff. 'Moving Like Mike' is the worst offender, and not only for its Lil' Bow Wow-reminiscent title. On the same coin, every now and then, he pushes one hook way too far. For songs with a fairly limited set of instrumentation- one guitar, minimal percussion, a quiet undercurrent of bass, the occasional second guitar- he pulls out some lovely, shimmering melodies. Behind the hazy, warbling sound quality of the title track, 'Blue Jeans', and 'European Vegas', there are some excellent, albeit simplistic, guitar hooks. It's usually still pretty funny, or in the very least, intriguingly odd.

('I feel like I'm dying' and 'Don't bring me down man/ Wearin' that frown man.') It's probably safe to assume that at least 80% of Night Club is laced with a meta joke that nobody's in on except DeMarco. Sometimes, it's difficult to parse his irony from his sincerity, especially in 'She's Really All I Need', which mixes Partridge Family optimism with harsh realities.

'Straight leg or a boot cut/ I'm begging darling please/ Stay with me forever/ And don't take off those jeans.' His smoky voice and denim infatuation is complemented by an echoing, light guitar, which throws in a surprisingly welcome yacht rock aesthetic. 'Baby's Wearin' Blue Jeans' has DeMarco fixated on a woman specifically because of her pants, namedropping both Wrangler and Lee in the process. That weirdness also spills over into his lyrics. Obviously, the tone here is both goofy and surreal if Night Club can support a creepy DJ skit near the beginning of the album. But stacked against a fictional DJ saying 'stuffin' it down the chute' in an even deeper, even sleazier voice? DeMarco goes from being the sleaziest guy in the room to an outright Lothario. With vaguely grimy imagery like 'standing on the corner/ Tryin' to keep it clean,' delivered in his deep, breathy, sleazy voice, it's easy to get weirded out by the album's focal point, which is DeMarco. It's a jokey moment, but it plays an unexpectedly crucial role for the rest of the EP: It makes the rest of the songs sound comparatively not-creepy. Up next, we've got a triple shot of Mac DeMarco comin' at ya, stuffin' it down the chute.' That skit is delivered by an unsettling, near-demonic voice. Take the album's second track: 'You're rockin' straight through midnight with me, Dojo Daniel, on 96.7: The Pipe. On Rock and Roll Night Club, he gets weirder and churns out an unsettling brand of soft rock. Before signing to Captured Tracks, Montreal's Mac DeMarco made fuzz pop records with Makeout Videotape, who, based on their album art alone, had strange leanings.

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