Andy Warhol's resounding declaration to the world of fine art was that, in fact, there's nothing wrong with a perfect reproduction, provided one chooses the source material wisely. This, too, may be Fuck Knights' legacy in Twin Cities music—one could easily turn a nose skyward at their patent refusal to twist the garage-rock tropes that motor them, but it would be a costly act of snobbery, and woe be he who lets the Fuck Knights' primordially appealing work go unheard for such petty criticisms. The three-piece... More >>>