Alan Donohoe, Matthew Swinnerton, Jamie Hornsmith, and Lasse Petersen are all skinny. As rakes. So, they named their band The Rakes. Truth? The band try to pass if off as such. Verity aside, when a band writes tunes as catchy as those on Capture/Release, they can call themselves whatever they wish and it won't matter: all that will resonate are the songs. From the post-punk, Wire-influenced school that has borne Bloc Party, Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Art Brut and the rest of the newest wave of UK exports, Rakes bring jittery guitars, lyrics full of stories of the daily grind, and the sort of ambition that only wanting-to-share-the-songs-inside-your-head-with-the-world can fuel. This London quartet have been buzzing in ol' Blighty for about a year and now with the American V2 release, the US is starting to see what all the fuss is about; and it's about songs that enter your head and don't leave, jagged guitar riffs that wedge themselves in your brain, as Donohoe's tales of day-to-day life as a working schlub amuse and entertain. By the time the last notes of album closer "Work, Work, Work (Pub, Club, Sleep)" spill from the speakers, you'll be reaching for the remote to start the whole ride over again. Their name origin may be dubious, but if these boys keep writing albums like this, the only use they'll have for a rake is to pile up the accolades.