A) Jesus Has Your Money/B) Clean Your Gun Ruthless and machine stamped from the same kind of sonic foundry that used to produce menacing flyover state noise rock, Philly's Faking certainly ain't faking it here on their debut 7. The A and B sides are an alloy of the rudest abrasive mathy angularity found in the nineties Amrep and Touch & Go camps, harkening back to an era of uncorrupted sonic battery. And Faking does it without the self-conscious sneer of retro-scene boot-licking - these men know the world of which they speak, this trio having been assembled out of the wreckage of seminal PA noise rock bands Gunna Vahm and Midiron Blast Shaft (both Reptilian alums)
