Back in the summer of 2013, I interviewed an 18-year-old Archy Marshall at his childhood home in East Dulwich, south London, for Dazed. It was a hot, sticky day. Archy, his brother Jack, and a mate were gathered in the garden, smoking weed while the boys’ mother showed me the DIY fashion studio in the back of the house, before cutting her sons’ hair in the garden. There was laughter as Archy and his mate attempted to display a huge print of Jack’s artwork for 6 Feet Beneath The Moon—Archy’s debut album as King Krule—by dangling it from the first floor window because it was so massive. Everyone was chuckling, smiling, and drinking tea.

Two years on, that same familial warmth infuses this week’s new collaborative project from the Marshall brothers, A New Place 2 Drown, which comprises an album, a 208 page photo/poetry/art book, and a short film. For the release, Archy has temporarily put a cap on his ever-shifting creative identity (as well as King Krule, his aliases include Zoo Kid, Dik Ooz, DJ JD Sports, and Edgar The Beatmaker), instead choosing to symbolically put it out under his birth name. That it’s his most personal project to date should come as no surprise. A New Place 2 Drown tells the story of summer 2014, evoking the kind of lazy, stoned days I dropped in 12 months previously. Even though it only represents a short burst of months, it's clear from its effortlessness that it comes from two people who have been creating together their whole lives.

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Though the record itself is relatively short, clocking in at just 37 minutes, the accompanying book is a hefty work: a hazy, seemingly endless summer rendered via photos of the brothers in their mates smoking in south London parks, lazing about in bedrooms, and hanging out in beer gardens. Beautiful girls smile in dappled sunlight, and warmly out-of-focus snapshots are scrawled with poems that offer insight into the complex cusp of manhood as Archy spends his last summer as a teenager (“my face wears war”, he writes in dashed-off freehand, ominously adding “beneath my skin I descend, see you on the other side my friend”). There’s humor in the photos as well: a cat decimates a miniature village like a furry Godzilla, Archy attempts to wash the dog in a bath with his mom, and doner kebabs glisten under artificial light. It’s a vivid and true reflection of Archy and his family’s easy-feeling summers—the Marshall home has an open door policy, as I saw in 2013 when Archy’s mates dropped by during our interview to eat pizza and pet the dog.