This is a brilliant song – and is also a great example of how knowing the back story and every detail being available online can really harm your appreciation of music. I first heard this, sight unseen, and assumed it was some incredible new band that had somehow acquired, by osmosis, the spirit of The Specials/Fun Boy Three with a bit of that skronking Sax-led Jazz punk of Pere Ubu, The Cravats, Blurt and The Ex.
I then find out yr Man King Krule went to the bloody Brit School. That’s the Pop Academy that churned out Adele, Jessie J, Leona Lewis, The Kooks, Felicity F, &=@@{}, Rainy Milo, Jungle Jones, Katie Melua, Tristram T, Josh Allen Key and all manner of tasteful Mercury Nominated/Guardian Friendly popstrels (some of whom I have made up) ..you know those people that get interviewed by Steve Lamacq about recording their new album on a barge, and experimenting with Gamelan?. That hissing sound you hear is my enthusiasm for this artist leaking away.
When I were a lad, Rock stars went to the School of Hard Gigging, the University of taking bad drugs in a squat listening to The Stooges – or maybe » Continue Reading.