The Rakes Capture/Release (V2) While The Rakes would blow the Leaves offstage were the two to ever play live together, the band did, presumably, intend another meaning for their moniker. As dissolute men of fashion, they're allied to The Libertines, whose influence is all over Capture/Release. The Rakes are Britain circa now: skinny white-boy Wire-y guitar music. However, although this record is almost as good a debut as that of fellow Londoners Bloc Party - both records sharing Paul Epworth as producer - The Rakes are likely to fall victim to poor timing as their chosen bandwagon trundles inexorably beyond their grasp: the bar is running dry and the fittest birds have already been pulled, to borrow from the band's phraseology. The lyrics can be purile - 'Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep/ Wake up, go out again, repeat,' being one of the cleverest - dealing in the main with the jaded acquiescence of raffish young men of moderate means making their way in the capital. It's with their sonics that The Rakes impress: the spiky Strasbourg, the Art Brutish brashness of The Guilt and the brooding T Bone being particular highlights. Retreat fulfils the metronomic Gang of Four impulse with chomping guitars and subdued harmonics; Binary Love shimmers with noodly guitars and a luscious verse; while slight reverb and sparse, hollow percussion imbue Violent with a touch of reggae. Eventually, however, the message - unchecked materialism begets existential angst - swamps the medium and, by the time Work Work Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) judders to a close, one is already looking to see what else autumn has shaken from the trees.