Fakers are a band.
They hail from the fine city of Los Angeles.
They started the band when they got bored. Bands are fun.
Fakers members were in other bands. Some of the other bands include Piebald, The Henry Clay People, Vanaprasta, and Summer Darling.
Fakers are possibly better than all of those bands combined. But probably not. Yet always aspiring towards something.
Realistically speaking, Fakers are a very loud band. Three electric guitars, distorted bass, and a drummer named Ben will do that. They do not believe in acoustic guitars. They do not even believe that acoustic guitars ever existed.
All five members of the band (two long hairs, two reasonably groomed- hairs, and a Ben) sing Fakers songs. Sometimes together. But other times, separately.
All five singers share what some call “personality voices.” This is a just a watered down way of saying that Fakers aren’t for everyone. But I assure you they are.
Should being a Faker cease to be fun, the band promises you that it will break up. Because being in a band is fun. And should always be.
Lastly, Fakers share cheap beers, PB&J, and industrial-sized boxes of cheese flavored snacks at least once a week. They encourage all bands, but especially the ones just starting off, to do the same.
Save the Fakers.