There’s something about the first few seconds of “FYI” that just pulls you in. That pulsing beat, that silky little vocal tease—it’s got that late-night energy, like when you’ve already taken your heels off at the party but you’re still not ready to call it. I played it once, and suddenly I was three spins in, swaying in my chair like I was somewhere darker and hotter than my living room.
This is a feel-you-through-the-fabric kind of track. Jasmine Crowe doesn’t waste time pretending—“me not having you lately’s been driving me insane”—girl, same. The way she says it isn’t dramatic, it’s matter-of-fact. It’s desire, but it’s casual. Like, I want you. FYI. Just saying.
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Crowe, who grew up on the Big Island of Hawaii, has always had that duality in her music—sweetness wrapped in intensity. She’s a multi-instrumentalist (piano, guitar, violin, if you’re keeping score), but here she lets the synths do the talking. She produced this track herself, and you can hear it in the way the groove cradles the vocals, never overpowering. The beat is sexy but minimal, letting the story simmer.
“There ain’t any question about this kind of love / No, there’s no mistaking it.” It’s that no-games, no-mixed-signals kind of craving. We’ve all had those nights where the tension’s been building and neither of you is pretending anymore. Jasmine bottles that moment and lets it throb for three minutes straight.
The chorus hits like a text you’re definitely sending after one too many tequilas—“F-Y-I / I just thought that you should know.” But it doesn’t sound needy. It’s confident, a little bratty, and hot as hell. The way she slides into “uh huh, uh huh, uh huh” makes it feel like foreplay. You know what she wants. She knows what she wants. There’s no overthinking here, just vibes and skin and sweat.
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I love that she never over-explains anything. “Got an intuition, we’re already there / No time for explaining it.” Like yes. Skip the backstory. Just fuck me already. It’s so satisfying to hear a female artist own that energy without wrapping it in apology or metaphor.
And if you’re new to Jasmine Crowe—she’s not just a voice, she’s the whole damn machine. She won Song of the Year in the John Lennon Songwriting Competition for a totally different track, “Breaking Things,” and she’s been unafraid to talk about mental health and addiction in her music. But this time? She’s just feeling herself. And letting us feel it, too.
“FYI” doesn’t need to be loud to be sexy. It hums low in your chest. It purrs. It seduces. It’s that moment when the party’s over, the room is dark, and you’re still wide awake, texting the one person you shouldn’t. But you will anyway.
