Many of my King Krule thoughts made it into the only TMT review that I've been fully satisfied with, but the lad simply won't stop releasing music. I wasn't sure that I was ready to write about this, but I just walked home in an awful mix of wind and light snow and it has suddenly become quite relatable. King Krule's is a sound that evokes a very specific unease, one which may very well exist only in his own mind, colored by whatever wretched filter exists between him and the rest of the world. The music is formless and, yes, it oozes; it's deeply unsettling even before you discover that these sounds are coming from some kind of hellspawned Tintin.

But I love it. Punctuated occasionally by mood-neutral atmosphere pieces, it's distinctly unpleasant music. However, it's impossible to claim that you don't have space for this in your life, that these are not at some point familiar feelings. When I'm depressed or alone outside at night or gangly and redheaded, musical commiseration is vastly more appealing than some kind of James Blake campfire singalong (which has its own, distinct time - the two artists are, in my mind, perfect doppelgangers). In these moments, The OOZ is up there in the pantheon, joining Krule's previous release A New Place 2 Drown (released under his government name, Archy Marshall), Earl Sweatshirt's I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside, and whatever you instinctively put on at 3am on the night of the election.

Highlights: Lonely Blue, Vidual, Midnight 01 (Deep Sea Diver)