talking about: WHITE LIES
There is an obviously frank juxtaposition the way White Lies are being described with dark, harrowing adjectives, but the latter end of the name being “Lies” suggests there is much more than surface value, but indeed something secret, slightly possessive and deeper to the music and the carefully, meticulously formed sounds.
Compelling, shifty, meandering with a dark, dense treacle like quality – hitting off and enrapturing qualities from wide-stretched genres panning from metal to boy band-pop; White Lies are displaying their musical prowess and quality in their latest album “Big TV” – which they described as a compilation not of something new, but of something refined in which they have sought to purify their sound.
The vocals hang implicitly on a wire of musical certainly and retain a steady and strong balance, not breaking in the affectionate indie-type fashion of which, as a collective, we’re become all the too immune to, but displaying instead that their uniqueness and mastery does not need to be defined by some alt-style vocalist with an uncertain yet charming edge.
The music as a whole creeps up on itself, pulling and edging the listener along with it. Shadowy but utterly cool, the mystery seeps in more and more as the track pushes itself along a second at a time; the seconds upon seconds unravelling the blissful confidence and stride of the song, as each element, each component is given time to be valued.
Contemplation fills you as you ponder the twinkling, magical value that the song hangs above you, slightly beyond your comprehension but near enough to inspire awe and fascination; you are compelled to find out more, open up your realms of knowledge in further discovery, bury deeper not just inside the record but inside yourself as the emotions trapped, released and realised within the music arouse an awakening within yourself as the roots and causing’s of the songs are mirrored and reflected back into you the listener, forcing involvement, binding you in commitment to the music.
The music is altered from the usual DIY, experimental type I so often write in awe about, but instead has such a refined yet obviously edgy and with a definite confidence – that is careful in not over spilling into cockiness – aspect to it; the band and the album are a gem that affixes itself between not being outlaws, yet not selling out – instead perfecting strong, personable and damn catchy, in the most beautifully annoying compelling way, music.