“Flimsier” spins a gorgeous, creaking lament for a disintegrating relationship “Hamburgerphobia” comically frames a lover’s jibes as “harsh” but “valid.” “From the Swamp,” a sunnier postcard from domesticity, describes a nagging temptation, a nostalgic throb, that he finally resists. But not angry like he was-perennially thwarted by the social system or romantically pummeled by whatever woman. Marshall seems pretty sad, as usual, and that seems to make him angry, as usual. ![]() Even Space Heavy’s alt-rock songs sound twinned in spirit with Levi’s recent LPs, stirring the sonics of grime and dub into some listless form of ambient grunge. The contradictory feeling of claustrophobia in vast spaces evokes the sound worlds of Arthur Russell and, lately, Mica Levi and Tirzah-expressionistically abstracted, gorgeously inhospitable. Any melodious pleasantries occur in spite of Marshall and Dilip Harris’ production-the clogged frequencies and sonic glop that make Krule’s dwellings so oppressively dank. His chords are arpeggiated as if by torture, drawn and quartered across wide, yawning bars. But aside from naptime ballad “Seaforth,” Space Heavy subverts the key’s easy charms. Marshall is now 28, father to a four-year-old girl, and he wrote much of his fourth King Krule album in C major.
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