I have been anxiously awaiting the full-length release from British crooner King Krule since I heard "Out Getting Ribs" back when I was still in college (!).
6 Feet Beneath the Moon is a good introduction to the ginger with the most soul on the planet. His British-Elvis-on-Promethezine voice is the clear stand out--arcing, dipping, stretching and longing for better times, whether describing the dullness of the every day or the manic moments of heartache. His clean electric guitar serves as a perfect foil, piercing the synthetic stillness of each track like wood being chopped in a December morning. There is a real beauty in the simplicity of each King Krule composition--he has a real way of making the negative space of a track operate like an instrument--but it also can make the LP seem slightly too long.
There is a delicate balance between creating a "sound" for a record (or a career) that is unique and making sure to not have each track lost in the mire. For this record, the drums are the x factor, with the best cuts serving up the most interesting percussion. "Foreign 2" is a personal favorite.
While culling a few redundancies would really serve 6 Feet Beneath the Moon well, in the grand scheme of things, it is a petty criticism. This record is a solid debut from an artist with great potential.
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