A big, psyched-out circus tent, Children of Pop's "I Know" slams forward on the back of big guitars and a head-trip chorus, "Take control of your mind." Maybe it's the seeming lack of a preposition that engenders an aesthetic of absolute immediacy, the word, "of" smashed and then lost in the urgency of the hook. Maybe in the spiraling world of the refrain, there isn't time for grammar; maybe there isn't a need. Like the Flaming Lips blended with Death From Above 1979, "I Know" is an edgy and memorable jam, built for the sky and the losing of the self in it.
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