WHITE LIES To Lose My Life
(Fiction)
Tue February 17, 2009 words_sasha hnarkovich
The kids are going to eat this up: New Wave rhythms, brooding atmospherics, histrionic songwriting and even Ian Curtis-like vocals (just what they need to really cultivate their angst, especially with the world in the shitter). England’s newest export, a trio of black-clad (barely) 20-somethings from West London, sounds a little like other melancholy pop exports from Tears for Fears to the Killers, but who the hell cares? This band’s going to be as big as Twilight.
