King Krule – '6 Feet Beneath the Moon' album review
19-year-old Archy Marshall's debut album is nothing short of phenomenal
Thu Aug 15 2013
Time Out Ratings :<strong>Rating: </strong>5/5
Archy Marshall – who goes by the name King Krule, and turns 19 this week – has created a debut LP that is nothing short of phenomenal. Why?
Well, let’s start with his south London roots. His finger-picked guitars echo Peckham scene-mates Filthy Boy on ‘Out Getting Ribs’, while ‘Will I Come’ and ‘Foreign 2’ show south-east London’s leaning towards plaintive post-dubstep. Yet, the album as a whole still manages to sound unique, fresh and accessible to anyone from Forest Hill to Finchley. Even when Marshall throws in complicated jazz riffs they add depth to, rather than detracting from, his guitar hooks.
Lyrically, the Brit School graduate pines over dead-end jobs in the same way he does over failed relationships. ‘One day I can have you, but for now I don’t care,’ he wails in his sombre baritone on ‘A Lizard State’. It’s shocking to think he’s been composing tracks like this for years – having penned album opener ‘Easy Easy’ when he was only 12. That was about the age that most of us bought our first ever singles (Britney’s ‘Baby One More Time’, since you ask).
Writing ballads about urban malaise isn’t your usual pre-pubescent pastime, but Marshall is different, and what he’s doing is truly special. He deserves your attention, and not just because it’s his birthday.
Listen to ‘6 Feet Beneath The Moon’ now on King Krule's site.
Watch King Krule's video for 'Easy Easy'
Listen to the 'King Krule' EP on Spotify
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