King Krule

WORDS BY LAURA BONNE

PHOTOGRAPHY BY GILLEAM TRAPENBERG

I didn’t quite know what to expect of an interview with King Krule, aka Archy Marshall. Watching YouTube clips of him talking about his previous album was not reassuring. Would the awkwardness be gone? And, five years later, would a more grown-up guy—a chattier guy, hopefully—have emerged? When I enter our meeting spot, I couldn’t feel luckier. The red-haired prince of indie just sits there, waiting for me in a room with coral walls and red chairs. He seems to be in a relaxed mood, dressed in blue, hiding his pale skin behind a pair of broken sunglasses. “Can I take a picture of you?” he asks. “The coral is something really connected to you.” My cheeks turn coral as well.