Detroit’s underground resident trickster Alex Wilcox is here, and he’s not pulling any punches. His new single, cheekily titled “FUCK THAT,” is less a polite invitation to dance and more a demand to surrender your frontal lobe to the beat. Consider this a warning: if you’re the type to clutch pearls at expletives, this one isn’t for you. But if you relish abrasive vocal samples and the kind of rhythms that rattle drywall and test your neighbor’s patience, you’re in for a treat.
Wilcox thrives on controlled chaos, and “FUCK THAT” is no exception. The track loops profanity like a weapon, weaving it into a web of twitchy techno beats that crawl under your skin and make your body twitch whether you like it or not. There’s a playful absurdity to the repetition—it doesn’t just shock, it teases, becoming both mantra and menace.
What makes it shine is the tension between precision and mischief. This isn’t sloppy noise—it’s Southern-Gothic-Punk-Techno alchemy, the first taste of his upcoming album Identity Crisis. The single works like an auditory prank: the more you resist, the more it worms its way into your cortex, until you’re half laughing, half dancing, and fully complicit.
Review by Thomas Imposter