If there ever were an artist trapped in one aesthetic, it's Mac DeMarco. The Canadian-born indie-psych sensation has built his career with sensual art-pop and his image as the iconic slacker dude in overalls who might get naked onstage so other slacker dudes can later say to their slacker friends, "I was there when King Mac stuck his thumb up his butt onstage." DeMarco has coasted on this reputation since his 2012 debut, Rock and Roll Night Club. He's constantly touring, and has only paused briefly to release three additional albums so eerily similar that his latest is tongue-in-cheekily dubbed Another One. At the album's end he recites the address to his Long Island home with an invitation for fans to come over for coffee. While his career may be have started as some meta-joke, DeMarco has undoubtedly been a transformative force on the indie-rock genre, writing some of the most affecting songs within the mold ("Ode to Viceroy," "My Kind of Woman," and "Salad Days" to name a few). We'll continue to eat it up, because Mac DeMarco isn't just a sleazy ham, he's the "Pepperoni Playboy." CAMERON CROWELL