King Krule: Out Getting Ribs
This video hit me over the weekend. I mean it practically gave me a black eye.
Despite my unnatural love for gingers, and that I am a self-confessed south Londoner myself, I'd never heard of King Krule before, and his previous moniker Zoo Kid was only slightly tugging at some vague bells. Pride aside, this song and the image of 19-year-old Archy Marshall spilling his heart on camera has been floating around my mind since Sunday morning. Enough to make me get my hands on his debut album 6 Feet Beneath the Moon that came out last month on his birthday, which to me seems sweetly sentimental.
The combination of this completely stripped back style and his raw, deep, throaty voice paired with the troubled look in his dark eyes is something that has stuck with me. To me it seems like he is the mournful voice of every troubled youth in London. I think of boys in hoodies on bikes hanging around council flats, yelling at anyone who dares walk past. I remember feeling on edge while waiting for the night bus in Elephant & Castle, walking past Hammersmith tube station and seeing blood and police tape, boys fighting on Brixton road and falling in front of a bus, the London riots.
I almost feel sorry for the kid, he shows a sort of maturity and wisdom in his songwriting that makes me think he knows more than I do about the troubles of the world. Or maybe he's not mature and wise, just young, frustrated and unashamedly honest. Either way, I can't help but feel the need to listen.
- Review \\ King Krule - 6 Feet Beneath The Moon (fromthebucket.com)
- Album Review: King Krule- 6 Feet Beneath the Moon (rawdenimmag.com)