Music has the ability to wipe the slate clean of the mind, be an infirmary for the troubled and tormented subjected to capitalism’s brutal repetitions and blatant insults of intelligence. Eminem is a great example of a vocalist who saw through a lot of sh**, and as a result was feared and pigeonholed, and so playfully threatened to shoot up schools, use heroin, kill his baby’s mama, etc.
Which brings me to this spring’s most exciting new release: the first LP of Duck Sauce. Gorillaz have certainly capitalized on the stratagem of marketing a visual cartoon ploy, but somehow Duck Sauce strike me as less indignant, and more self-deprecating, the way Eminem was in his “salad days.”  There’s self-mockery, obviously, in “Big Bad Wolf,” the cover of which is a wolf/duck hybrid, and this is a catharsis in and of itself. To richen the pot, the music is not only danceable but also cathartic as well, scoffing at melody in a culturally assertive way, taking the addictive atonal pomp of hip-hop and boiling it down to an undeniable statement of life: you don’t like me, but here is exactly what I am, for 40 minutes.
This should balance out all the albeit promising poppiness due: Lily Allen, Damon Albarn of Blur, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, A Sunny Day in Glasgow, tUnE-yArDs, Sharon Van Etten. Keep your eye on that Van Etten, in conjunction with Lily Allen, as a forerunning diva to overcome the sophomore slump and deliver some serious ear candy.
 Salad Days – the name of the new Mac Demarco album. Demarco makes serene, innocent, gleeful indie pop, combining, thereby, elements of Modest Mouse and the New Pornographers, a task hitherto unaccomplished.