Armed with a loud bass, a louder, pencil-strummed guitar and a deceptively stripped-down drumkit, Fuck Knights have spent the past few years proudly upholding the hallowed tradition of EZ-setup portable scuzz-rock. Just set 'em up on the floor, wait for the crowd gather around and let 'er rip -- perfect for basement shows or VFW halls or anywhere the situation calls for '60s-vintage garage riffs with a deranged and blown-out modern appeal. No matter the size of the venue, they have room-filling power to spare, the kind of raw stuff that singes every tape it gets committed to (Exhibits A and B being the first two... More >>>