This is completely different from most of what I listen to, but I really like it. And I’m not just saying that because of the sexy picture of a naked lady on the cover. Gasoline is a Japanese band, and much like their predecessors, the Mad 3 and Guitar Wolf (at least I assume Gasoline came along after those bands, but I don’t know), Gasoline has a way of merging an eclectic bunch of musical styles into a cohesive song. Songs can move seamlessly from very clean rockabilly to trashy R&B to noisy garage rock to growling blues. “Fake to Fame” is one of those releases, too, that you have to listen to as a whole album. Any single song seems just like a piece of a larger work – good on its own, but easier to understand if you can see the whole picture. The vocals sound almost like a crazy guy singing karaoke to an Aretha Franklin song, but paired with the rest of the songs, the vocals become more like another instrument, a noise to fill in a space, secondary to everything else that’s going on. In the middle of the album is one painful jazzy song, but other than that, Gasoline has won me over.