If you’ve ever been through, as they say, “a rough patch,” then you’ll probably appreciate Krill.
A fixture of Boston’s underground music scene since 2010, the JP-based trio began to garner national attention this summer thanks to their beautiful and heartfelt sophomore album Lucky Leaves, which came out in June. Lucky Leaves was initially available only as a Bandcamp download or – for fans dedicated enough to drop $100 – as a USB drive embedded in a ball of mozzarella cheese. But at the end of the month it was also released on two-tone colored vinyl as the debut pressing of local music website and longtime Krill supporter Sippy Cup Everything.
Lucky Leaves is an odd creature. With awkward, jerky riffs in unusual time signatures and bassist Jonah Furman’s tortured vocals, it is unlikely to win many casual listeners over right away. Stick with it, though, and you will be rewarded handsomely – almost every strange and angular melody blossoms sooner or later into a catchy hook, and the lyrics, when they emerge, are often supremely relatable.
“Every time I come home / I get into / tiny funks,” says Furman in “The Oppressor”, because really, who doesn’t get into tiny funks every time they get home? Krill have clearly known their share of dour moods and black holes of self-pity – “Whenever I have a good time,” he says later in the same song, “I just miss my suffering.” But at the end of the day, Lucky Leaves is still an uplifting album, because instead of just wallowing in depression, it focuses on the little steps you can take to make yourself feel better: “Purity of heart / is to will one thing,” says Furman (quoting Kierkegaard) in “Purity of Heart,” adding “Today I will / take a walk.” As anyone who’s ever felt down in the dumps can tell you, sometimes taking a walk is all you need. -Nick Cox
Krill play the Middlesex Lounge (315 Mass Ave.) Tuesday, July 23, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $5 at the door. Kal Marks and LVL UP open.