Originally,
Fluid was set to follow
Screaming Brittle Siren in
Knott's canon of solo releases. The record was completed by 1993 and ads for the record began appearing later that year. But when
Knott's Blonde Vinyl label went belly-up after its distributor (Spectra) filed for bankruptcy, the record became tangled up in legalities and hung in limbo while
Knott made
Rocket and a Bomb. It was finally released almost three years later to great anticipation, but the end result was something of a letdown. It shouldn't have been --
Fluid was operating within the same constraints as some of
Knott's strongest work. Like
The Grape Prophet,
Fluid was a rock opera, this time about a woman named Jennie Mae who steals her boyfriend's Cadillac and takes it for a joyride. She crashes the car and ends up comatose and fighting for her life. For the rest of the record, God and the devil battle for her soul. It's a construct that's a bit bloated and far-fetched, but
Knott had pulled off highwire acts in the past with considerable aplomb. So it's a shame when
Fluid falls flat, which it does almost immediately. Despite the fact that songs like "Crash" are driven by scorching electric leads and deft choruses,
Fluid feels more formulaic than
Knott's early records. Unlike the dark, harrowing, claustrophobic
Screaming Brittle Siren,
Fluid is submerged in studio sheen. The songs are slick and radio-friendly, especially the plodding "Stars" and "Thru." But the biggest error on the record is
Knott's atypical literalness. Though
The Grape Prophet was based on a very specific story,
Knott sang in such abstract terms that the record never sounded forced or ponderous. On
Fluid, just the opposite is true. He is constantly singing directly about Jennie Mae (frequently invoking her name), and his prose is clunky and indelicate ("Kiss me once before I die/This gaping hole has made a pool/It feels so cold when you break the rules"). The strongest song on the record is written from the perspective of the devil. Sneering and sinister,
Knott inhabits the character completely, begging, "Good seed sower/Send Jenny on over." The rest of the record foreshadowed the same obsession with studio polish that would later sink
the Aunt Bettys.