Eddie Ash Perfectly put. I was around for the early drum and bass / hardcore / jungle movement in London. That was 91-95. To be a young ‘un now, and be out checking King Krule would be something. Sure I’ll buy the albums. May even go to a gig. But I’ll be propping the bar up. Zimmer frame nearby.
Logos always struck me more as a 4AM when you need to be up at 7AM anyway type feeling. It's like sad and feelingless but you've got to get on with life pretty soon anyway so why bother fixing that.
*Logos Lyrics* She smokes me whole, and blows out o’s The sink had sunk, it overflows The door is shut, my eyes are closed I hear her moan, or what I suppose The thing about her, I must let go Why I sing about her, she’ll never know The bookies shut, all bets are blown The license bust, the shops are closed I caught my mum, she stumbles home Through open ground, back to broken homes I thought about her, her smell through clothes And spoke in smoke, mixed with my cologne We were soup together, but now it’s cold We were glued together, but it weren’t to hold That solvent dissolved Her solvent dissolved The ups and downs, deep velvet folds The land slides in, depression pose Once thought was shared, but always holds Reflection taunts, my empty soul The sky will weep, on my way home The bus won’t let me on, I’ll have to stroll And in my head, tormented prole As lies were fed, he shallowed whole The soup was grey, intense charcoal He moulded clay, but into fools The lights would change, the same logos I passed your house, it looked so cold In dreams together, white noise arose She draws me in, and swallows whole
This is ultra therapeutic and relaxing. If your goal is chillmode, this is perfect. Oh and some of the groove oriented stuff in the middle is really tasty. Thumbs up from the Midwest.
Sofus Kristian Krogh Larsen I was speaking strictly from the instrumental landscape aspect. If you don’t internalize the words and just take in the atmosphere, it’s super relaxing and not depressing.
mucha dosis de orgasmo auditivo es lo que es esta sesion! Tremendo Krule! te escucho desde Bolivia y es lamentable no tener amigos con quien compartir estas rolas!
Rumour has it one time Oloff was sat next to Jar Jar Binks on a flight. Jar Jar kept kicking the chair in front of him and generally being obnoxious, nobody knew what to do. Eventually one of the flight attendants came over and asked Oloff if he would perform one of his songs to calm Jar Jar down, and when Oloff began rapping the first verse to Doing It Stealthy, Jar Jar immediately relaxed. To this day the two are still close friends.
She smoked me whole and blows out Os The sink had sunk, it overflows The door is shut, my eyes are closed I hear her moan or what I suppose The thing about her, I must let go Why I sing about her, she’ll never know The bookie's shut, all bets are blown The license bust, the shops are closed I caught my mum, she stumbles home Through open ground, back to broken homes I thought about her, her smell through clothes Her spoken smoke, mixed with my cologne We were soup together, but now it’s cold We were glue together, but it weren’t to hold Her solvents dissolved Her solvents dissolved Her solvents dissolved The ups and downs, deep velvet folds The landslides in, depression poles Once thought was shed, but always holds Reflection taunts my empty soul The sky will weep on my way home The bus won’t let me on, I’ll have to stroll And in my head, tormented prole As lies were fed, he swallowed whole The soup was grey, intense charcoal He molded clay at intervals The lights would change, the same logo I passed your house, it looked so cold In dreams together, white noise arose She draws me in and swallows whole I was made for sublunary I was made for sublunary I’m not here, sublunary I’m not here, sublunary I’m not here I’m not here, sublunary I’m not here, sublunary I’m not here, sublunary I’m not here, sublunary I was made for sublunary And in shades of blue lunacy
lyrics to logos She smoked me whole and blows out Os The sink had sunk, it overflows The door is shut, my eyes are closed I hear her moan or what I suppose The thing about her, I must let go Why I sing about her, she'll never know The bookies shut, all bets are blown The license bust, the shops are closed I caught my mum, she stumbles home Through open ground, back to broken homes I thought about her, her smell through clothes Her spoken smoke, mixed with my cologne We were soup together, but now it's cold We were glue together, but it weren't to hold Her solvents dissolved Her solvents dissolved Her solvents dissolved The ups and downs, deep velvet folds The landslides in, depression poles Once thought was shed, but always holds Reflection taunts my empty soul The sky will weep on my way home The bus won't let me on, I'll have to stroll And in my head, tormented prole As lies were fed, he swallowed whole The soup was grey, intense charcoal He molded clay at intervals The lights would change, the same logo I passed your house, it looked so cold In dreams together, white noise arose She draws me in and swallows whole
The type of music that makes you feel lucky to be alive to be around to hear it. Amazing.
Eddie Ash
Perfectly put.
I was around for the early drum and bass / hardcore / jungle movement in London. That was 91-95.
To be a young ‘un now, and be out checking King Krule would be something. Sure I’ll buy the albums. May even go to a gig. But I’ll be propping the bar up. Zimmer frame nearby.
Yes!
@@stevenchampion8137 what would you say is the thing you miss the most from people from around that time that we lack as a generation?
Shepherd's Chapel Network !!!!!!! Do you know where America is mentioned in the Bible ???????
Excepcional
If 2am has a sound, surely this is it?
I'm listening to this at 2am and I'm feeling it, so you might be right.
5:54am
more like 4am or something, but the description is so good
Logos always struck me more as a 4AM when you need to be up at 7AM anyway type feeling. It's like sad and feelingless but you've got to get on with life pretty soon anyway so why bother fixing that.
@@dannybuchanan3661 true
His lyric writing is honestly so good
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Once you acquire taste for jazz chords and harmony, you never hear music the same again
I feel the same about Arthur Russell. Can’t listen to anything the same way
It's funny. I am trying to teach my girlfriend the difference between blues and jazz guitar.
this is more like a bossa nova
sounds kinda pretentious though
sauseJ Goodenough u jus projecting bro
@1:34 the bassist has a realization that nothing ever begins or ends
and then the drummer realises too
@@edsharp2676 lmao
Lol
XD
AHHH THE EYES
years later and this live still hits different, u can feel it in your stomach
2023. Still slaps just like it did years ago, truly timeless.
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"her spoken smoke mixed with my cologne" that line will hunt me until i die
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Archy Marshall, a hero we need but don't deserve
Yes
facts dude , preach... people still sleep... NPR sessions alone...
he's still ugly
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Logos sounds like a wondrous dream that I don't want to wake up from
facts
that does fit
The album version of Sublunary is indeed like a wondrous dream, but it really doesn't hold a candle to this live version. What groove!
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Is there anything better in life than sitting in bed and having a blaze on these cold winter nights whilst listening to this man.
No.
Lying in bed
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These guys are the true musicians.
Enjoiable nice zoo kid profile picture
no shit
Callum McCartney Thanks bruv
Enjoiable Watching Archy tonight in Manchester should be mint
Lol every genre and style is music. No such thing as true musicians.
I always skipped sublunary now I have it on repeat
SpaceGorilla46 live versions of sublunary are so much better than the album version
@@CANProductionZz And so is Logos, this live version of the song is beautiful.
same here, the ringing type noise at the beginning always made me skip it but now i listen to that song in full like 10 times a day lmaooooo
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*Logos Lyrics*
She smokes me whole, and blows out o’s
The sink had sunk, it overflows
The door is shut, my eyes are closed
I hear her moan, or what I suppose
The thing about her, I must let go
Why I sing about her, she’ll never know
The bookies shut, all bets are blown
The license bust, the shops are closed
I caught my mum, she stumbles home
Through open ground, back to broken homes
I thought about her, her smell through clothes
And spoke in smoke, mixed with my cologne
We were soup together, but now it’s cold
We were glued together, but it weren’t to hold
That solvent dissolved
Her solvent dissolved
The ups and downs, deep velvet folds
The land slides in, depression pose
Once thought was shared, but always holds
Reflection taunts, my empty soul
The sky will weep, on my way home
The bus won’t let me on, I’ll have to stroll
And in my head, tormented prole
As lies were fed, he shallowed whole
The soup was grey, intense charcoal
He moulded clay, but into fools
The lights would change, the same logos
I passed your house, it looked so cold
In dreams together, white noise arose
She draws me in, and swallows whole
the best.The only record in 2017 that blew my mind completely
tmolesky agreed
real musicians, real music.
Arween S. Amen to that
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Clearly the best version of Sublunary.
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This and the npr version so close but so dreamily different
The drummer is sooo on point - as he was years back when they performed Baby Blue at KCRW as well!
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Thank you for existing ,Archy.
logos is so sublime im in love
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Damn I wanna be able to do this one day. It all seems so far away. I’m glad King Krule exists, this shit helps my soul.
how’d it go?
I always come back to archy’s music to get a sense of relaxation thank you so much for such calming music
This is the perfect music for flying
camotop popi perfect music for psychedelics
would be a dream to hang out with archie , the guys lowkey a genius.
Not even low-key
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This is ultra therapeutic and relaxing. If your goal is chillmode, this is perfect. Oh and some of the groove oriented stuff in the middle is really tasty. Thumbs up from the Midwest.
AnonsCrossfader To me it sounds like a bad trip. *shrug*
Sofus Kristian Krogh Larsen I was speaking strictly from the instrumental landscape aspect. If you don’t internalize the words and just take in the atmosphere, it’s super relaxing and not depressing.
Sofus Kristian Krogh Larsen ever heard of catharsis?
gotta get out of the midwest
Drummer definitely popped an upper before this lmao
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Phenomenal young man..phenomenal lyric...his music is heaven on earth !!! Love ya Archy ! cannot wait for more...
Great sound, but I feel like the drummer got a death threat if he didn't drum well.
I also feel like the backup singer got a death threat if he didn't sing Sublunary well lol
ryan whitney nah man he’s rock solid, that was a walk in the park for this dude
@@zazabroom well he just sucked lol
Drummer is intense af. Soooo good though.
Archy caught some rays that day anyway
no way i just found kojaque while scrolling
What a tight performance, damn!
Rago on the sax too? So good
mucha dosis de orgasmo auditivo es lo que es esta sesion!
Tremendo Krule! te escucho desde Bolivia y es lamentable no tener amigos con quien compartir estas rolas!
Aquí Bolivia reportandosee
@@batmaniscocaine1438 cool, de que ciudad escuchas a krule? Yo desde SC
@@hallmark1001 desde Cocha! (:
my love for this man burns with the white hot intensity of a 1,000 suns
The lyrics are absolutely so good, very sensual and intricate ✨
This version of Sublunary is dope 💙
Sounds like he is the voice of an enchanted generation, to me.
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That saxophone was blended in perfectly hot damn amazing performance and engineering
Bro the sublunary part was an eargasm
This is so much better than the album version
fuckin yes booooys
it would be cool if you performed night on earth on KCRW id watch that shit.
ur the man
iloveyou
That bass coming in at 4:30 is just too good
man that drumming is so hypnotic
sick. Archie is a visionary
This version of Sublunary....man the feels....
Rumour has it one time Oloff was sat next to Jar Jar Binks on a flight. Jar Jar kept kicking the chair in front of him and generally being obnoxious, nobody knew what to do. Eventually one of the flight attendants came over and asked Oloff if he would perform one of his songs to calm Jar Jar down, and when Oloff began rapping the first verse to Doing It Stealthy, Jar Jar immediately relaxed. To this day the two are still close friends.
She smoked me whole and blows out Os
The sink had sunk, it overflows
The door is shut, my eyes are closed
I hear her moan or what I suppose
The thing about her, I must let go
Why I sing about her, she’ll never know
The bookie's shut, all bets are blown
The license bust, the shops are closed
I caught my mum, she stumbles home
Through open ground, back to broken homes
I thought about her, her smell through clothes
Her spoken smoke, mixed with my cologne
We were soup together, but now it’s cold
We were glue together, but it weren’t to hold
Her solvents dissolved
Her solvents dissolved
Her solvents dissolved
The ups and downs, deep velvet folds
The landslides in, depression poles
Once thought was shed, but always holds
Reflection taunts my empty soul
The sky will weep on my way home
The bus won’t let me on, I’ll have to stroll
And in my head, tormented prole
As lies were fed, he swallowed whole
The soup was grey, intense charcoal
He molded clay at intervals
The lights would change, the same logo
I passed your house, it looked so cold
In dreams together, white noise arose
She draws me in and swallows whole
I was made for sublunary
I was made for sublunary
I’m not here, sublunary
I’m not here, sublunary
I’m not here
I’m not here, sublunary
I’m not here, sublunary
I’m not here, sublunary
I’m not here, sublunary
I was made for sublunary
And in shades of blue lunacy
ay Rago is so multi talented
Keep coming back to this. I know nothing about how music is played live but I know this is composed so well!
Whoever the dude is stepping in an session sax for the American shows is absolutely sublime, go u whoever u are
Exceptional
IM GONNA CRY
This smoother than a brotha spitting game
I prefer this than the album imagine killing ur live performance they always go back to it instead of the album ugh *amazing*
Great stuff - bluesy , jazzy songs about the banality of city life I suppose innit
nothing but love makes me feel the same as this
This should have over a million views already! Guess good taste is hard to find these days 👅
I love 4:20 when it turns into sublunary
Sounds soo good live man!!
I love this guy , he is original ! Real punk !
blown away
Best version of Logos he's done
archy culeao talentoso
la cagoooo
bueeena aifoss
Csm ese sax e.e
Benjamín Serra demasiada sensualidad musical
el loco es de otro planeta
drummer is so good man
I needed this right now
This song is a hot knife n I’m buttttttuh 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
archy's drummer is a madman!!
Got to see them live man archy knows how to put ona show
god damn the drummer is so good
the pause at 1:57 is absolutely filthy i love it
Thank you.
Archy watching this:
Why didn’t someone fix my collar?
I love,love this tune..moving on Bruv! Brava
THIS GUY IS SO DOPE
Love the direction he went for this album.
can't wait to hear and see biscuit town live
This is so pleasant. Such a different experience than the album. Not that the latter isn't equally pleasant.
fookin hell this in unreal
Can't stop listening to logos
i like your t shirt George
The saxophone was beautiful 👌
my brain shatters every time i watch this
Happy Fathers day Travis..much love Jacova, Adoninstan and Archy Marshall...
The drumming is insane
great music
pure genius
Beautiful.
3:40 ........................................... sax smooth as fuck
suavv
Oh god this is amazing
ECLECTIC!
HYPESAGE! Yeah.
what's poppin
ECLAIR CTIC
this version of sublunary is fucking amazing
the sky will WEEP on my WAY HOME THEE BUS WONT LET ME ON I HAVE 2 STROLL
so much better than the album one, like a different song
It’s like his voice sprung from a shadowy cannabis lake fragrant with honeysuckle.
definitely taken a more mellow tone... love it!
Shit, thank God Spotify recommended them to me
his musicians are very good too
lyrics to logos
She smoked me whole and blows out Os
The sink had sunk, it overflows
The door is shut, my eyes are closed
I hear her moan or what I suppose
The thing about her, I must let go
Why I sing about her, she'll never know
The bookies shut, all bets are blown
The license bust, the shops are closed
I caught my mum, she stumbles home
Through open ground, back to broken homes
I thought about her, her smell through clothes
Her spoken smoke, mixed with my cologne
We were soup together, but now it's cold
We were glue together, but it weren't to hold
Her solvents dissolved
Her solvents dissolved
Her solvents dissolved
The ups and downs, deep velvet folds
The landslides in, depression poles
Once thought was shed, but always holds
Reflection taunts my empty soul
The sky will weep on my way home
The bus won't let me on, I'll have to stroll
And in my head, tormented prole
As lies were fed, he swallowed whole
The soup was grey, intense charcoal
He molded clay at intervals
The lights would change, the same logo
I passed your house, it looked so cold
In dreams together, white noise arose
She draws me in and swallows whole
excellent as always
everyone did amazing🤧
we were soup togeva, but now its cold
1.40 Eyes glazzed ...