King Krule - 6 Feet Beneath the Moon

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.

King Krule "Easy Easy"

King Krule unleashes a new cut from his debut LP, 6 Feet Beneath the Moon, out August 24.

Mount Kimbie "You Took Your Time" (ft. King Krule)

Mount Kimbie and King Krule collaborate to cook up on of the tastiest songs of the year.

King Krule "Rock Bottom" Video

One of my favorite songs of the year gets a video:

August Playlist

Here is a collection of songs I found myself liking the most in the month of August. Sadly, no Antwon "Sittin in Hell" is to be found on the youtubes. Fear not-- the remainder of my favorite songs of the month still get it in. Enjoy.

King Krule "Rock Bottom"

Amazing new track from King Krule. "Rock Bottom" adds a new wrinkle to his repertoire, as it pulls the young crooner away from dreary musings toward a more grooving direction. It gains extra points for The Streets allusion at the end of the song, as A Grand Don't Come For Free is my favorite album of all time (at least a lot of the time).