White Lies review

I'm stuck in the typhoon. The one burning up our radios with power, nowadays going by the name of White Lies. Their gloomy rock has been pounding my chest with melodrama, but fuck! i enjoy it. Famous for their weighty lyrical theme of love & death and Harry McVeigh's deep- throated velvet vocals, White Lies are suitable for a stadium or your local dive bar. Recently touching up their palette with electronics, the west londoners style orbit around pre-1985, but more beatific.The critics and daring bloggers are rattling the trio for their 'emotional facade' that 'covers up any musical imagination' but personally I think the routine format of smokestack backdrops and supreme choruses bode well on my ipod. Some new semi-overblown misery with a touch of cold sophistication, White Lies are the perfect soundtrack to this long somber winter.

candy vocals

There is no explanation as to why I favour the sound of skinny jean boys singing in a high pitch at the moment. its'all rather metrosexual. A couple of bands have taken my fancy though, which of course i must blab about. Artist Vs. Poet are a spritz of nostalgic glitter and synthetic sounds, scratched over catchy guitar riffs and drum beats, textbook post-easy-mod-electro-pop-punk-core (yawn..) Not just kind to your ears but your eyes too, these boys will hook the ladies, they're gorgeous. As for their music, its just as enslaving, you will be subconsciously singing along to Runaway when the next chorus kicks in, with your head flopping side to side like a kid on a sugar rush. Guilty? the pleasure is all mine. The singer in Before Their Eyes will lick your ears with the satisfaction ice cream entices you with, icey and smooth. A touch of frost on your playlist. Personel favourite- sing to me. It takes you to that very moment you catch the eyes of your lover, desperation and seduction. Rick Vs Nick has a bit of a controversial feel to it in comparison. The screaming could be scrapped or incorporated better maybe, otherwise it's like a collaboration of Godzilla and Polly Pocket. The most overplayed, and somewhat best credited, is Pierce The Veil, recognisable for the sky high level of Vic Feuntes' nasal tonality. This is pop-core at its best, ranging from hardcore dance to acoustic ballads. Musically, they perform well with shiny harmonies and acrobatic vocals. Coheed meets The Used. Caraphernelia featuring The most tender and indulgent screams, roared by the legend himself,  A Day to Remember's frontman Jeremy. It takes the biscuit, in fact it takes the whole fucking cookie jar.