| Drownedinsound |
Bless White Lies, but the Ealing trio really are an open goal of a band. Blithely crashing the new wave revival party just as everyone else was heading for the pub the next day, debut album To Lose My Life... made Editors look eloquent and restrained, restoring a unitary note of clanging old skool naffness to the UK's rapidly fragmenting indie scene. If they'd become genuinely massive, one imagines they’d be better liked critically, with the same people who get excited whenever Muse do something stupid probably praising them for being ‘gloriously OTT’. As it is, To Lose My Life... topped the charts in January 2009 without actually selling that many records; now, having fallen out of favour with one time cheerleader NME, the band find themselves edging towards bona fide whipping boy status. Now me, I'm quite fond of like White Lies. Mostly because they used to be a band called Fear of Flying, who did a pretty awesome song about being jealous of your girlfriend’s cat. But though they've undeniably turned into a much more corporate beast since, there is, I dunno, something endearingly crap about them, a quality absent in the likes of Hurts, who are essentially the band White Lies would be if they dressed as Nazis and were properly popular. True, there is a lot to dislike about second album Ritual. That awful name, vaguely promising sex magik, blood sacrifice and the whisper of the dark, when in fact most of the music here sounds like Duran Duran trying to do a Depeche Mode impression. The Kubrick-aping cover is horrible. The lyrics are abysmal. And really, while producer Alan Moulder has clearly been brought in to do his Eighties ‘ting, you only have to compare the thudding cod euphoria of say [‘Bigger Than Us’] to his work with DM, Erasure, even The Killers to see an abyssal gulf in class and pop nous....full text |
| Consequenceofsound |
| White Lies have already been teasing their new album, Ritual, albeit in an unofficial capacity. A new video teaser for the album makes it official, and we have it exclusively below. It’s the first of six teasers, and you’ll probably just be confused, but here we are. Filmed in Mexico and set to “Bigger Than Us”, the new single you may have already heard, the clip involves a middle-aged American Indian (head full of feathers and everything) picking up garbage off a dirty city street. This is interspersed with footage of the band, of course, because it’s all part of the message, presumably. Hopefully White Lies can continue where Kanye’s G.O.O.D. Fridays left off and release a teaser every week until the album comes out next month, January 18th, via Geffen/Fiction Records. ...full text |
| Music-news |
| Ritual will be released on CD, digital, 12'180gm vinyl and a special limited 'edition 7' box set. The box set will include 5 x 7's of the album tracks, a 7' featuring an exclusive track, a bonus CD of remixes, signed artwork and an MP3 of all the featured audio. White Lies will perform a live premiere of the album at London's historic boxing venue York Hall on Monday 22nd November 2010. Tickets for the event SOLD OUT within minutes of going on sale in mid-October. In addition to writing and recording their second long-player, the last 12 months have seen White Lies play stadium and arena shows as main support to Coldplay, Kings of Leon and Muse. They will shortly announce their first headline tours for 2011 in the UK, Europe and North America - after trips to Mexico, Eastern Europe and South America before the end of 2010. Their debut album, To Lose My Life, was released in January 2009 selling just under a million copies worldwide. The UK number one album scooped both 'New Band of the Year' accolades at the Q and Mojo awards and a number 2 slot in the NME reader's 'Album of the Year 'poll. White Lies are: Harry McVeigh (vocals / guitar), Charles Cave (bass) & Jack Brown (drums)....full text |
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Bless White Lies, but the Ealing trio really are an open goal of a band. Blithely crashing the new wave revival party just as everyone else was heading for the pub the next day, debut album To Lose My Life... made Editors look eloquent and restrained, restoring a unitary note of clanging old skool naffness to the UK's rapidly fragmenting indie scene. If they'd become genuinely massive, one imagines they’d be better liked critically, with the same people who get excited whenever Muse do something stupid probably praising them for being ‘gloriously OTT’. As it is, To Lose My Life... topped the charts in January 2009 without actually selling that many records; now, having fallen out of favour with one time cheerleader NME, the band find themselves edging towards bona fide whipping boy status.