King Krule: Portrait In Black And Blue

King Krule’s music sounds like someone’s interior collapsing in real time. That scratched voice of his, the way he staggers between whisper and scream, makes you feel like you’re eavesdropping on something you shouldn’t hear. He pulls from punk and hip-hop and soul without announcing it, which is the whole point. There’s weight to everything he does—you can feel whatever’s eating at him bleeding through every track.