by Ned RaggettA few notes in, and things are both the same and different on Fake in comparison toAgainst Perfection. Maybe Feed Me is a little rougher in the guitar, a touch more rocked up, butPiotr Fijalkowski's wounded and regretful vocals still have the same edge to them, while the song itself is just as lush as past tunes, digital delay careening all around the mix as a central riff builds ever more strongly. In sum, those who likedAgainst Perfectionwon't find a problem with Fake at all; both are wonderful,Echo and the Bunnymen-inspired post-shoegazing records. Leadoff single Vendetta especially fills its brief with a ringing main riff. Enough variety creeps in from song to song to ensure that Fake isn't just a series of retreads, though admittedly the same general dynamic appears on both albums -- Lettergo has the same space and pace as Be Still, Kangaroo Court fuses the crunch of Homeboy and the spiralling riffs of Sistine Chapel Ceiling, and so forth. That fairly minor concern aside (it never stoppedthe Ramones, for one), Fake is worth finding, though never being released in America and having only minor chart status in the U.K. has kept it on the hard-to-find side of things.