King Krule Rules As A Chaotic Neutral Humanoid In “Half Man Half Shark”

King Krule Rules As A Chaotic Neutral Humanoid In “Half Man Half Shark”

King Krule Rules As A Chaotic Neutral Humanoid In “Half Man Half Shark”

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KING KRULE BROUGHT ME

into another dimension on this one. Why don’t you join me?


You took a wrong turn somewhere. Things are not as they are, nor as they should be. It’s too late now though. The sweet and metallic loaf disintegrating on your tongue crawls down your aching throat. A charred bark curls around your crumbling, branched limbs, and your bones turn into a golden, malleable wire. You’re a spark in the warm, melting darkness that suddenly swallows you whole.


HALF MAN WITH
A BODY OF A SHARK


Chanting incantations forewarn you: “Half man with a body of a shark; Half man with a body of a shark,” as your slick body glides through the whooshing slide. You’re greeted by a floating enigma. He leads you through the swift-moving River Styx. Where the water is an iridescent Ooz, twisting and turning you at high speed. Your kaleidoscopic eyes try to make sense of this riddle of a carnival ride. Shark-like humanoids follow you in the shadows, shaped like cultists ruled by the jurisdiction of the inferno. “Simple soft thoughts, simple soft thoughts become menacing…”


SIMPLE SOFT THOUGHTS

BECOME MENACING


It’s not a small world, after all, in King Krule’s latest track “Half Man Half Shark.” The first single off of his upcoming LP The Ooz (Oct. 13th) takes listeners on a hellishly welcoming journey into the underworld. With a voice that plucks like a rusty, loose bass string, it sways between a crunchy grunge-heavy forefront and cosmic starry-speckled conclusion. “Half Man Half Shark” is a trippy treat enjoyed standing up or splayed out.


I’LL FOREVER BE ALONE
THEY JUST DON’T CARE


The track has a chaotic neutral alignment: a side-eyed guide who beckons you into totality of trust. Tumbling and crumbling, you fall, overwhelmed with the senses and vices of your guide. Yet in the end, after the commotion subsides, Krule’s wearied, sobering vocals bring you back to your own version of the void, pronouncing: “Aspirations ingrown, girl, I’ll forever be alone. They just don’t care.” He might be onto something there.


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