King Krule

Sunrise, Sunset.

Archy and his posse of monosyllabic misfits managed to make it to Lincoln Heights prison—LA’s first jail, now abandoned—on time. They soaked their hands and heads in the ice-bucket of beers we’d stashed in the shade thrown by the building’s big torso. Two-inch thick paint pens, cigarettes, and joints were passed around as the sun slid down slow and heavy as eyelids.“Cementality,” a study in suicidal songwriting looped and lurched along as Archy croaked and crooned, gulped and pulled his way through until he nailed a take.
After jail we raced to the railroad tracks, Archy jumping from car to car like a wounded alley cat , beer in hand, tracing the disappearing downtown skyline with cigarette fingers until a policeman forced him down. Archy shuffled toward the policeman, who took our names, including Archy’s (a fake), asked if we’d been drinking, then let us go on a warning. I don’t know how he did it, but Archy (underage at 19) somehow made his beer disappear on the walk back to the car. Easy, Easy.

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King Krule x Cementality - Sunrise, Sunset.

Portrait in Black & Blue

Evident in the video for “Out Getting Ribs,” Archy Marshall, the young Brit heading King Krule, has a way of making his disenchantment seem so enchanting. Setting his skateboard down and waving the rest of the band in, Archy strolled through a take of “Portrait in Black and Blue” with a nonchalance fit for the laziest of Sundays. But, somehow his detachment seems to singe skin with the recklessness of Friday night.

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Portrait in Black & Blue - Shea Stadium Oct 22 2011