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| sputnikmusic |
 Okay, so there’s this moment right, about halfway though The Knux’s Fuck You EP where Rah Almillio manages, somehow, to drop the line:“If you hate life, you love life, that line is thinner than shoestring/ Breathe, it’s better than poontang and Wu-Tang” (Fruits) Just give that a second. If the moral philosophizing didn’t get you, there’s something about that double Tang that almost certainly would. And together with the beats? Well, that’s a whole new dimension right there. But The Knux have a tendency to do that. And hell, there’s even a wager to be made: if you wanted to know where the state of hip hop stands at the turn of the new decade, Fuck You is just about the most perfect place to look. Everything, and I mean everything, is just there – look, the sex, the beats, the (ahem) depth, the humor, the pop culture references – out in the open. And don’t get me wrong, not all of what’s thrown down sticks, but who said this particular zeitgeist was the best one on offer anyway? What matters is that The Knux, Almillio and Krispy Kream (yeah really), have distilled it all into a five track EP that takes its cues equally from the genre warping of OutKast and the smoothness of Q-Tip, all the way to the quirk of Spank Rock and the beats of the Antipop Consortium. And like the ragged collection of inspiration, Fuck You stumbles its way across a surprisingly large terrain of sound, from the fun filled 80s groove of “Floozy” to the simmering electrosynth lines of “Pop the Cork”. Stumbles, not because The Knux don’t always pull it off, but simply in that their eagerness to display diversity, the duo sometimes step over the mark and lose a sense of consistency that would make Fuck You a far smoother listen, especially on a tracklisting that jumps from the slow introspection of “Fruits” to the hard hitting cover of Jason Derulo’s “Watchu Say” in a single fell swoop. Still, what keeps this hanging is the sheer conviction by which Almillio and Kreme punch their way through this EP, bringing with them a self assuredness not seen since the rap of the 90s – hence, Fuck You. And there’s the magic: Fuck You isn’t wrapped in anger or resentment, or even some misplaced sense superiority – in the hands of The Knux, “Fuck You” becomes a casual diss, cool as hell, and obnoxiously uncaring to its core. At only five songs long, Fuck You plays like an entrée platter to bigger and better things to come than a hearty meal unto itself. While it isn’t the perfect EP by any means, what it does do is serve as a marker, both musically for The Knux themselves, and for their contemporaries as a whole – where does rap go once you’ve been everywhere? Yet for all its disparate elements, The Knux have done something really pretty cool: turned something titled as aggressively as Fuck You into an invitation to party....full text |
| Passionweiss |
| Considering that this is ideal New Year’s Eve party music, it seems wrong to post this at the stroke of midnight. Then again, the weekend has only just begun. Consisting of odds and sods excised from The Knux’s forthcoming sophomore Interscope effort, Fuck You spans everything from anti-floozy raps over breakbeats, to electro-synth pop aimed at the Playhouse crowd, to introspective indie-rock weedhead laments, to dusty psychedelic rap. Not everyone will like every track, but there is something for everyone, irrespective of personal preference. No matter what style they inhabit, the protean brothers from the N.O. display a rare versatility and preternatural skill at song-craft. Don’t expect a coherent statement– that will come later. Expect five well-constructed and catchy tunes that sound ideal after a minimum of five drinks and surrounded by a bevy of pretty women. If that’s unfeasible, I recommend a fifth of Jack Daniel’s and the Smoking Section’s Cooler Retrospective. Happy New Year....full text |
| Blog |
| Yesterday the Knux dropped a five-song bomb called "The Fuck You EP," which features an incendiary, defiant track about Los Angeles and the glamour/club crowd. The brothers Knux -- Kentrell "Krispy Kream" Lindsey and Alvin "Rah Almillio" Lindsey -- who moved to LA from New Orleans after Katrina, capture the cut-throat, superficial essence of the city in a catchy but razor sharp rap. On the track, a hungover Krispy rolls out of bed after a night of free vodka ("I was a dumb motherfucker") and starts ranting. He rides through the city, from the Hollywood Hills to Malibu Beach (as "Mali-voodoo Beach"), offering verbal jabs at what he sees while simultaneously celebrating its essence. The Knux ​ Featuring an old school snare rhythm that recalls a classic Eric B jam, Krispy confesses a love for his new home while not particularly liking the women that he's finding: "... now it's cool to be/PCH, blacker than Shwayze/Mali-voodoo Beach, nigga the sun is shining/motherfuck the jewelry and cars/where the voluptuous broads,where the booty be?/Lights, camera, action and pose/there go them hos/but you better have that powder in O's/to feed their snot box."...full text |
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