Mac Lethal possessed the talent, intelligence and wit to become a star in the first decade of the millennium. Questionable career choices derailed the rapper’s chance to attain the sort of double-edged fame later achieved by the late Mac Miller. The Kansan born David McCleary Sheldon is well aware of the missed opportunities. He mercilessly beats himself up throughout Winter Heartbreak II.
I’m all too familiar with several of the forms of anguish Mac details on his latest album. In addition to sharing an unbecoming Midwestern accent and a similar series of deflating professional disappointments, I’ve also experienced the need to repair relationships and address substance abuse issues among family and friends in the corner of the world I share with Mac. The grim tone of Mac’s self-described “depression party” is lightened by relatable punchlines. Acknowledging the need to adjust to diminished expectations, he insists “I’m trying to win yard-of-the-month- f*ck a Grammy!”
Longtime listeners will recognize the lyrical themes and musical constructs. Winter Heartbreak II may not be entirely fresh, but Mac recycles only his best bits. Aside from a bout of tongue-twisting rat-a-tat rapping, he avoids the gimmicky YouTube stunts that seem to have dominated his professional focus in recent years. Winter Heartbreak II probably won’t make Mac many new converts. But I expect I’m not the only day-one fan thrilled by his potent return to form.