Big TV Reviews

Third trial for Londoners White Lies, after the debut To Lose My Life ... in 2009 and the follow-Ritual had imposed the band as one of the most important among those orphaned by Joy Division, Editors and Interpol's younger sister. And if the former have changed again and the second skin you are a little 'lost in the path, the English trio decided to continue its road made of dark synth-rock with ambitions to large spaces and texts dark and deep as the voice of Harry McVeigh .

White Lies have always devoted much attention to the lyrics, and putting together the traces of Big TV you realize that it's not really a concept album, close enough. The story is about a girl who leaves her small town to move to the big European cities, in search of news of his father and to indulge his personal search for something better. The tracks then face the misery of resettlement where it has only "a room with a bed and a large flat" (title track), the first phone call to his father, who works at a late night talk show (First Time Caller), the struggle with the language mother (mother Tongue) and especially the difficult relationship with the guy who has remained in his hometown (There Goes Our Love Again, Getting Even), and the uncertainties that remain even after the two ricongiugono (Heaven Wait, Goldmine).

The formula already established will make the fans happy, but not aggiungee nothing substantial to what has been said in the previous albums, the thumping bass lines hold up to the heavy guitars wonder - perhaps even more than usual - and arabesques of keyboards, lead inevitably to in choruses in most inspired moments (the aforementioned First Time Caller, mother Tongue and Getting Even) show the whole attitude of the band to large audiences, size already widely regarded as established in the mother country.