Formed from the ashes of A Fear Of Flying in late 2007, White Lies is the post-punk vehicle of 20-year olds Harry McVeigh (vocals, guitar), Charles Cave (bass, lyrics), and Jack Brown (drums). At first glance these young Londoners may be mistaken for run-of-the-mill goth miserablists – song titles such as Death and Taxidermy don’t help either – but while depressing, their music can be really uplifting. Think of a gothic Killers with ice-cold synths, anthemic guitars, and equally powerful vocals that will leave you reaching for the replay button before the last chord has ended. As for their gloomy, morbidly macabre lyrics… well, they will definitely leave a smirk on Robert Smith’s smudged lips, not to mention Nick Cave’s.
White Lies’ dark pop brings back memories of ’80s post-punk icons Joy Division and Echo & the Bunneymen updated for the 21st century. Although naysayers might call them Interpol or Editors copycats, this is hardly the case as White Lies effectively blend their influences into a unique sound. Their debut album, fittingly entitled To Lose My Life, is out this month, covering the usual epic themes of love, betrayal, death and mortality. It is a dark record filled with hauntingly outstanding tracks, all potential singles that will leave you asking for more. It’s not hard to imagine a packed stadium chanting “let’s grow old together and die at the same time.” 2009 belongs to them.