Mac Miller’s ascent to being the second ever (completely) indie act with a debut #1 album in the country can be summed up by one word: absurd. It’s absurd to a sect of people, critics more than likely who believe that an artist who raps for the most part about growing up in the newfound hip-hop hot bed of Pittsburgh, weed, sex and shoes can be a success on a national level. Living to the DIY aesthetic has parlayed a career that most would dream off, all built off of something no one can truly understand.

Miller’s appeal is to the children of the 99%, the teens who spent their money buying his merch, concert tickets, etc. Any time spent outside of a venue Mac’s performing at and you can see the generational divide with coke bottle frames if need be. Snapbacks, pullover hoodies, clones of the same fashion. All of them mostly teen and affluent and an absorbent amount of them happen to be white.

Is there a correlation because Mac’s “just like them” and lives the sort of jock life they wish they had with a carefree nature? Possibly so. These are high school kids, the demographic that seems in fine tune with hip-hop’s exploding blog culture and fancies itself in America’s fleeting record purchasing crowd. If ‘South Park’ and its classic underpants gnomes theory had a human applicant, it would be Easy Mac and his roller coaster ride to success.

How does all of it translate to Blue Slide Park, Miller’s debut album is easy.

Lyrically it’s transparent, pieced together with various moments of showboating, carefully demonstrated moments of excess while enjoying youth. Miller maintains the idea of being a homegrown Pittsburgh kid who grew up on 2 Live Crew and old DJ Kool records, the latter easily evident on “Party On Fifth Ave.”. The lasting question is simply, can the success maintain itself long term? Not everything on Blue Slide Park will manifest itself inside your brain on a whim but it carries enough of an adhesive feel to it that it just might.

“One Last Thing” is an effortless amount of rhyming from someone who essentially knows how to paint a picture about being cool, a letterman approach as Mac’s been here before on his previous releases, only this time he’s a bit wiser and his sound progressively tighter. Keeping things in house production wise while also keeping the features to a complete zero make BSP Mac’s lone shot to show the world he can maintain a presence all on his own. In an era where sophomore releases go unseen, Miller’s already cemented his stature with ready to go party records and jam moments. We might need to keep him from making clumsy decisions like “Loitering” where he makes mention of pulling chicks by the swings though.

Mac Miller – Blue Slide Park, Rostrum Records