What's ultimately creepy about The Fakes is how almost unmistakable G. Edward Stasi's voice sounds almost exactly like Duane Peters' – down to the drawl at the end of long vowels. They probably use the same mouthwash or something. This EP is almost like prime cuts of ultra-prime US Bombs or Duane Peters and the Hunns, down to the Kerry Martinez-like guitar work, the backup vocals, and the California bummer song topics. What's also funny is that I'm not complaining in the slightest. It's fucking enjoyable, if not a little creepy, but I already said that.