THE KNACK ...But The Little Girls Understand (Capitol)

by Joe “Boy With The Green Eyes“ Fernbacher

"I’m smiling."

The questions that hang on the wine-stained lips of both critics and consumers alike are simply these; are the Knack the pop guano so many claim them to be? Are they just another pop band leading ordinary pop star lives? Are they the true hollow men (you know, all that form without motion, the shapes without color, rhythm without movement jazz—the standard T.S. Eliot rap) showing, in a grandiose manner, all those nasty little spaces that pop music allows itself to inhabit when indulging in all of its predetermined fantasies? Or are the Knack just plain old grubstreet boys grunting out cruel romanticisms for a buying public that sways the hype breeze like so much wheat in a windstorm? Or are they really as good as they claim to be? A lot of questions for just a few whine-stained lips, eh?

"I'm smirking.’’