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.