Audio: Fuck Knights “Blind, Torture, Kiss”
For those unfamiliar with the Minneapolis’ lo-fi aficionados, Fuck Knights deliver a straight-forward brand of garage-fuzz that exceeds the boundaries of what you might typical expect from a three-piece. Oh, and they’re pretty focused on a throwback ’60s sound. How focused? When asked what his favorite records of the past decade were, vocalist and (stand-up) drummer Sir Gregory Fuck Knight listed Captain Beefheart, Velvet Underground, the Stooges, the Damned, and the Fall re-issues. That’s it. And when it comes to the band’s live show, the sound only becomes more rugged and noisy (as evidenced by their two live releases, Fukn Live! Vol. 1 & 2). As time has moved on however, the group’s fuzzy aggression has benefited from a bit of musical maturing, as well as a bit of stylized production. No more evidence is there of this than with Fuck Knights’ new single, “Blind, Torture, Kiss”: in two minutes each rumbling verse builds momentum, accompanied along the way by uncharacteristic additions of piano and horns, and is all wrapped up together in what might be the band’s most polished track to date. The group will be hosting a release party for the new single at Minneapolis’ Kitty Cat Klub on Friday, August 27.
A possibly made up history of the name “Fuck Knights.” It might also be true, or half true. That’s for you to decide.
Actual-Fukn: “When can you practice again? Would Wednesday night work?”
Honorary-Fukn: “Fuck nights. I gotta go to work. Let’s practice during the day.”
Then the fucking knights took this conversation as a motto and added a silent k to the word “night” because “fuck” already had a k in it and there was no more room for another k on that word without coming dangerously close to having 3 k’s and that is just too racist. it took some trial and error to figure out where they were going to put the extra, silent “k.” Even though technically pronounced the same way, Fuck Nigkhts and Fuck Nighkts didn’t roll off the tongue as easily. They soon settled on Fuck Knights and quickly became the intergalactic pop sensations we now know them as. (know, now, [k]whoa this is getting [k]intense!)
They also made T-Shirts.
Too bad they no longer have thier guitar player–he’s what made the band cool