Monkton: Love Lust

My instincts may be off the mark here, have been known to be, but I suspect the man’s gifts are most likely ensnared in the towering majesty of that superb quiff - admittedly not a hypothesis worth testing with an all-over shave, but food for thought nevertheless. Or just pure drivel. What can be said is that King Charles is dextrously disheveled, hastily verbose, the very idea and antithesis of Englishness. Quaint and psychedelic is a double act I’m new to - incidentally also what makes KC’s slant on Devendra Banhart really worth digesting. Where Banhart would perhaps be within his element reeling out a genre-bending screenplay, this troubadour-cum-groover could actually be a contender for kicking back and ‘finally writing that novel’, rambling and fancifying his way through the sentimental tropes of a comfortably schooled Beat poet. Of course, all this - the hair, the ready-made Banhart comparison, the Englishness - is fodder compared to the promisingly rich rhythms and fervid reasoning of ‘Love Lust’. All being said, I am curious indeed for the advent of something whole - the top to toe album to place King Charles among his subjects. And for that, I suppose we will just have to excitedly wait.

MP3: ‘Love Lust’ - King Charles

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