Album Review: White Lies
Straight out of the depths of hell, (known to others simply as England) indie-rock sensations, White Lies, are so obsessed with death, doom and destruction that they could make Morrissey look jovial. Better yet, they make it sound so good.
Continuing in a long line of modern bands, these three 20-somethings don't fuss about when it comes to making huge songs; they're stadium ready from the word go.
In fact, within about 10 minutes into the album 'To Lose My Life', White Lies have managed to eclipse pretty much everything The Killers, Kings of Leon and Coldplay have been aching to do; write torch-rock worthy of waving a lighter to.
This is probably because they don't use Brian Eno, but rather echo production values of the mid-1980s; huge drum sounds, enveloping bass and organ-synths coming from everywhere. If 'Viva La Vida' is widescreen, it's time to get a whole new television.
Lead singer, Harry McVeigh, has an awesome voice; we haven't heard this kind of deep baritone since Ian Curtis became popular. In any case, it's far more sonically exciting than anything else released in the last six months.