King Charles first caught my eye when Time Of Eternity was released. After a bit of research, I found his fantastically relevant cover of We Didn’t Start The Fire by Billy Joel. This matched with his videos filmed all over the world of various songs and covers gave him a mystery and charm I wanted to see more of. His creativity and talent were only outdone by his incredible haircut and dress sense…
Time of Eternity, describes the end of his body on earth, and his re-embodiment as love as a vessel. Being unable to feel any emotion but love, his is aware of his own existence and exists because of it. He loves, therefore he is. A beautiful, imaginative sentiment that one wouldn’t usually associate with the cynicism of modern indie music. The gentle percussion and layering of melody give the track a depth which put this song as my favourite of 2009. Beating Hearts, follows suit, with a semi-acoustic, slow melody and comes across as a simple, modern day sonnet. Your girlfriend will love it. However, King Charles teeters on a dangerous path in this regard. Love Lust, like Time Of Eternity, is a poetic homage to romance, although in parts, seems to be borderline ridiculous;
“You’ve the strength of the Greeks
You are God’s masterpiece”
Such borderline-pretentious, grandeur lyrics take away from the innocent, imaginative images that King Charles inspires. The video is just as cringe worthy, Charles walking around, in his neo-edwardian get-up, wooing the socks off some model in his suburban utopia (perhaps the directors fault but nevertheless). The fact these songs don’t seem to be about any particular moment in his life and are instead heartfelt musings, take away a sense of emotional depth that his intelligent lyrics could achieve. Mr Flick, starts encouragingly enough with some beautiful distortion and some heavy drums, however, halfway through the song, Charles begins a rap… which is difficult to take seriously. I’m all for breaking down genres but perhaps he should stick to what he knows best.
Or perhaps I’m just being a miserable bastard. Charles isn’t pretending to be anything he’s not in his lyrics, he’s not mockney-wailing about falling in love with an escort from Essex or describing some vague archaic love with a Tuskan waitress. He’s talking quite beautifully about how he feels and as much as I mock him, he’s incredibly refreshing. ‘Love will set your soul on fire’ echoes at the end of Beating Hearts. Get it tattooed. You’ll not find many other artists who are so creative or heartfelt. I can see why Mumford and Sons picked him for their tour; both Marcus Mumford and Charles write songs you’d play on your honeymoon.