Served!

The Soul Servers were sick of their logo. It was a big cliché: a head sporting a gargantuan Afro. The three MCs needed something better. Something no one else had used before.

So the members of the hip-hop group — Deuce Fontane, Smoov Confusion and PL — got together for a brainstorming session. But the process was tiresome. Icons such as records, turntables and microphones were all done to death. Marcus Johnson, aka Smoov Confusion, was getting frustrated.

"Man, just decide on something! We can use a spork, for all I care!" Smoov blurted.

"A spork?" asked Leronta Austin, who goes by PL. "Done."

"Seriously? I was just kidding," Smoov protested.

But the decision was made. The eating utensil seemingly spawned through intercourse between a spoon and a fork (and found at seafood and fried chicken restaurants — anyplace where coleslaw is dished out) became the hip-hop group's talisman.

So when the group performs at the Peanut, the News Room, the former Kabal (the venue where Smoov and PL work as bouncers, which is soon to be the Skybox) or any of the other venues that host hip-hop in town (which are becoming few and far between), they come packing sporks. PL sticks sporks between his locks. Smoov tucks sporks so that they poke out from under the brim of his black hat. Deuce fills the pockets of his cargo pants with the plastic-pronged implements and hands them out at shows. Their MySpace pages — which have supplanted the group's Web site as the Servers' main means of electronic communication with the world — feature pictures of people wielding sporks with mock menace.

Smoov's spork source is Charlie D's catfish restaurant. Deuce goes to Popeye's. PL gets his sporks for 15 cents apiece at Kentucky Fried Chicken.

The spork is a perfectly odd symbol for a perfectly odd threesome. Rapper Deuce (government name: Cormel Lee) is a beefy 27-year-old who favors extra-large T-shirts and jokingly refers to himself as the President of the Unemployed Rappers Guild. PL, 31, is a witty, sloppy teddy bear with short dreadlocks who used to sing in musicals at Lincoln High School. And Smoov is a charismatic entertainer who dresses stylishly in mostly black, rocks chunky silver jewelry, and loves Outkast and the related Dungeon Family so much that he vaguely resembles Andre 3000. He says he's 25.

The group started performing together in 2001. Before that, Smoov and PL met while working at at Sports Fever in Ward Parkway Center. The two formed a hip-hop duo called Rough Draft, snagging beats and learning tricks of the trade from veteran producer JKR70 of the Human Cropcircles.

After leaving Sports Fever, Smoov got a job with Teletech, the company that staffs the U.S. Postal Service's information line. Deuce worked there, too. Everyone there knew that Deuce rapped; fellow employees dared him to write a rap about the post office, and he did it. He and Smoov hit it off, and the Soul Servers were born.

What immediately sets the Soul Servers apart on the KC hip-hop scene is the group's infectious harmony. All three members rap, and Smoov and PL have been singing since they were itty-bitty, but the Soul Servers were skittish to sing at first. Not everybody likes rhymes with harmony on the side.

"A lot of hip-hop has R&B hooks or style in it. But Little Brother was the watermark, for me," PL says. "They were the first to incorporate real harmony in their vocals and be accepted wholly as hip-hop.... And so fuck it — if you like it, you like it, and if you don't, you don't."

But you can't not like it. "Diff-hop" is the term the Servers have coined to describe their music. It's hip-hop, obviously, but they're not afraid to mess around with elements of funk, rock and country. "I wrote a song with Anthony Hamilton in mind, but Garth Brooks can sing it, too," PL says.

Their most recent release, called Lo-Carb Mixtape, is full of surprises, the first being that it sounds decent despite having been recorded at Smoov's house. The song labeled "Dreamin'" starts off with a Kanye-esque, sped-up soul sample that sounds like the Chipmunks. The beat, created by a producer known as Identity Deleted, then melts into an infectious, harmonized hook that sticks in the head for days: I was down and out, strugglin, wondering how I was gonna make it through. A sample of the classic blues song "Stormy Monday" is featured on the second track, and Blondie's "Call Me" is sampled throughout the most rugged and high-energy song on the mix, "Rollin' Rocks."

The song "Bucket Fly" turns out to be a perfect summer anthem, an ode to riding around in a rust bucket with the windows down, not giving a shit who's rollin' on dubs. PL's verse goes: I roll an '84 LaSabre with some matching tags/No shocks in the back, and the tailpipe drags/The radio works when I'm not turning left/I got a short in my lighter that might spark you half to death. In unison, the Servers reference Will Smith's "Summertime," a nod to an original warm-weather car song: Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you.