Fake Furs

Things of note about the Fake Furs? There are only two of them. One of them (the singer/guitarist) is French. They are also filmmakers. And they just produced a six-track EP that doesn’t suck. Their reasoning for only releasing the six tracks was the ol’ “quality over quantity” deal, as it’s evident they put a lot of focus into the production of each of the six tracks. But this also means that certain tracks, I won’t name any names (cough, “Sick Childs”) seem completely out of place in the midst of the heavier, machismo-filled rest of the album, each song seeming to have a pushing, sunburst moment of climax.
Their band philosophy seems to be: “We don’t give a fuck, but we’re not dicks about it. We want to do something pretty with how much we don’t give a fuck.” And while I didn’t hear some revolutionary new sound, the ways they used old sounds and styles made me keep listening. About mid-track on each song of the EP, the band always experimented with something interesting—whether that be a synthesizer sound or the way they mixed tracks like “Teenage Scatterer” toward the end, creating an effect similarly used in King Missile. (Yeah, there is a music technical term here, but I don’t know it.) So, I’d say this EP is worth a download. The band doesn’t really care if you like it, but you probably will like that about it.
—Nikol Hasler - L.A. Record

Abrasive, grunge-influenced, but with a pop accessibility, Fake Furs, are an electro-tinged, pop/rock band. They make music so loud, aggressive and gritty, you don’t even notice they’re a bassless band. Emotional and glittery enough to appeal to the fourteen year-old girl inside you, but modern and danceable enough to call forth the grown woman who wants to party so hard she feels fourteen again.

- Jacqueline Caruso - L.A. Deli Magazine