King Krule, with Standing on the Corner, Wednesday, April 25, 8 p.m., 935 E. Colfax Ave., Denver, ogdentheatre.com
ou would have to go as far back as the sax-wielding James Chance & The Contortions to find a jazz-punk practitioner who’s achieved any significant degree of fame, if not fortune, in the music industry. Until, that is, the emergence of King Krule. Better known to parents and schoolmates as Archy Marshall, the London-based artist has, at the age of 23, released four EPs plus four albums, the most recent of which, The Ooz
, fell just short of the Top 20 on the UK albums chart. With a barely penetrable Cockney accent reminiscent of Billy Bragg and The Streets’ Mike Skinner — as well as a live band that’s been known to boast as many as three saxophonists — Marshall is a guitarist, keyboardist and self-professed Pixies and Libertines fan who poetically raps, croons, mutters and sputters his way through strangely beguiling songs about doomed romance and being down and out in Southeast London. For some, that may prove to be an acquired taste, but one that’s well worth the effort. Marshall is also a far better role model for ginger Brits than Ed Sheeran, and deserves extra credit for all those weird publicity photos of him nonchalantly sharing beers and cigarettes with a dog.