King Krule - The Ooz
Archy Marshall returns with the dense, sprawlingåÊThe OOZ, the much anticipated follow up to his debutåÊSix Feet Beneath the Moon. Drifting and seeping through the cracks of South London like the album title, King Krule casts an unflinching eye over his kingdom, transforming his observations of all the disorientation and heartbreak of his youth into piercing narratives and poetry that are both startlingly honest and brutally beautiful. WithåÊThe OOZ, Marshall finally takes the crown as poet laureate for the dazed and confused generation, painting a bleak and sometimes harrowing picture of a rapidly splintering city.
WhereåÊSix Feet Beneath the Moon, released in 2013, was a rigorous, rambling excavation of Marshall‰۪s expansive body of work to date,åÊThe OOZåÊsnaps into focus quickly and sharply, his modus operandi coming into view almost immediately. Over jazzy curlicues and guitars, the openeråÊBiscuit TownåÊsets out its stall irresistibly as Marshall sings about rapidly disintegrating romance and personal dissolution with acute, almost painful detail. These wrenching themes of self-annihilation and fraying relationships seem inextricably linked in Marshall‰۪s eyes ‰ÛÒ once you lose yourself to someone else, you inevitably wind up losing yourself completely when they leave ‰ÛÒ and recur in other tracks. ‰ÛÏWhy‰۪d you leave me? Because of my depression? You used to complete me but I guess I learnt a lesson‰ he spits on the roilingåÊMidnight 01 (Deep Sea Diver), and, even layered with the warm vocals of Okay Kaya,åÊSlush PuppyåÊis an unsparing dissection of a couple with nothing left to give, like a Gainsbourg and Birkin ballad gone toxic. Elsewhere, things only get darker, as Marshall desperately tries to find safe harbor in the city he knows and loves, only to be thwarted constantly, as onåÊThe Cadet LeapsåÊand first singleåÊCzech One. Not even the synthetic high of chemicals, as shown inåÊEmergency BlimpåÊandåÊA Slide In (New Drugs), can stanch the suffering.