Fun Lovin' Criminals
100% Colombian

November 1998, 10th Street, New York.
The appointment is at around eleven o'clock.
There is a thick smoke in the bar, at the piano bar two scantily dressed girls look towards us with a tired expression.
From the stage, the voice of a Gibson draws attention to a young white man in a dark suit, despite the dark atmosphere he has dark sunglasses and a playboy's mustache. The floozies are not looking at us, they are looking at him, him who with a soft voice sings of a life lived, with that air of someone who, from experience, knows a lot.
It’s just a moment, a light from the back, the screams, the panic, the sweat that freezes your thoughts.
The Police.
No, they are not running towards us, with an insistent bass line the music stops; they came for him.
He doesn’t seem to be fazed, with the same calm with which he was singing he grabs the whiskey glass, immediately throws it at the first officer, grabs an envelope, and escapes through the back, disappearing.
It was him, we should have recognized him, sleepless nights of cigars spent at the green table and between the sheets of some inviting blonde, with that attitude of someone who has already lived everything on his skin, that attitude of someone who lives his life always on the edge.
Now he will be on his old Cadillac, yet another chase, but they will never catch him because he never gets caught, he is The King Of New York.
Cool, very cool.

With 100% Colombian, the second chapter dated 1998 after the debut with Come Find Yourself, FLC bring us back to an atmosphere of gangsters and night clubs, Huey 'DiFontaine' Morgan and his two partners create a modern sound that seems to capture in one stroke all the faces of a living and throbbing New York.
Touching pleasant jazz blends with the verbal movement of a relaxed hip hop, hints of Caribbean link to the wonderful lightness of the sound, with that confidential voice of Huey that seems to find its greatest inspiration in Barry White.
"..Barry White, saved my life..."
The three criminals enjoy making us breathe adventures of life in the American metropolis, with breathtaking chases in "10th Street," whiskey hangovers with "Mini Bar Blues," adventures between the sheets of attractive girls (Sugar), and heart-wrenching confessions (We Are Very Worried About You).
It’s a pity that our New York adventure lasts only fifty minutes, at the second glass of Jack and a Havana to savor we had begun to enjoy it.