![]() She is a tailor and costume designer who recently took a gig dressing 1930s mannequins for the TV drama Mr Selfridge. Their mother, Rachel, calls the boys’ upbringing “a bit off the wall”. Jack is quieter, more measured, nodding through his younger brother’s flightier declamations and often delivering, afterwards, an ambiguous “mm”. He tends to speak in exotic, rambling monologues that recall the Morrissey- or Bragg-like verbosity of his debut album. Two sides of the same coin is how their mother puts it.Īrchy has a deep voice, his long, rich sentences studded with playground patois – sick as an adjective, vulture as a verb. The same could be said of the brothers, both redheads, pale and freckled, but very distinct in their manner of communicating. He seems to sense that the thinking behind the project can sound a little vague, however entertaining his younger brother’s riffs, and explains that his visual elements in the book and Archy’s compositions are meant to be experienced together, “like two halves of a puzzle”. Watch an introductory video for the A New Place 2 Drown project. I turned round and saw a 50-year-old man wearing a full Charlton Athletic kit.” I was walking down Barry Road and this old, old football got kicked at me. It’s a mythical, mystical piece of land, Peckham Rye. As for the overarching title, A New Place 2 Drown, it was a phrase that came to him one day while he was sitting on a bench on Peckham Rye. One of the songs, Archy says, explores how having relationships with girls in your community, or inside your immediate friendship group, finally becomes incestuous, as everyone winds up going out with everyone. His soundtrack that accompanies the book – leisurely, immersive, strange and powerful, like much of his output as King Krule – ranges all over in its subject matter again, the local area shows its influence in tracks titled New Builds, Buffed Sky, Thames Water. Archy, a great PlayStationer, has messily filled a page with cheat codes for Grand Theft Auto. There’s a page on which prominent local symbols have been transcribed: underground circle, traffic triangle, McDonald’s “M”. The brothers were inspired here, they say, by the graffiti culture notion of “buffing out” – that is, the covering up of graffiti by local authorities. Some of the photographs are overlaid to the point of inscrutability by Jack’s painting. “All the visual ephemera was done within a square mile,” he says, showing the photographs of central London’s skyline, as viewed from a hilltop suburban estate near their home also of friends gathered in Archy’s bedroom, or queuing for takeaways in a Jamaican chicken restaurant, clutching flip phones, climbing through spiked fences, smoking fags on Peckham Rye. Jack takes a proof copy of the book from Archy’s shelf. They’ve called the project A New Place 2 Drown. And so with Archy on hiatus from his career as King Krule – while he’s between albums one and two, 2013’s 6 Feet Beneath The Moon and a still-untitled follow-up – he’s collaborated with Jack to produce a book of paintings, photographs and poems, also an accompanying “soundtrack”, in celebration of their mother’s home and the neighbourhood around it. The house is clearly important to these eccentric, artistic siblings: it seemed worth celebrating in some way. And I’ve seen at least one ghost there Archy Marshall “After a few weeks, I asked, ‘When are you sending him back?’” He was confused by people’s use of that word, delivery, and assumed his baby brother was something like a parcel or a pizza. Jack says he can remember being led inside this room, as a two-year-old, to meet the new delivery. Archy (an arrestingly Gothic piece of biography, this) was born in the same bed he now sleeps in, the one he’s sitting on as we speak. The family has been here for two decades. The bedroom is in their mother Rachel’s house, on a residential road off the western edge of Peckham Rye in south London. ![]() The 21-year-old sits on the edge of the bed and shares a cigarette with his brother, Jack, 23, a visual artist who has sometimes exhibited under the alias Mistr Gone. Archy “King Krule” Marshall – the musician whose bed and bedroom this is – sees me making notes and says: “Don’t mention the jizz rags.” A large book depicting cross-sections of the spaceships from Star Wars. PlayStation and David Lynch collection on DVD. A tube of Pringles, two empty pizza boxes and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. ![]() T he bedroom of the young male musician in 2016, recorded for the future use of pop historians.
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