White Lies may have been afforded next big thing status, but listening to their debut LP, you'd be forgiven for wondering what the fuss is about. Shamelessly indebted to both Editors and Interpol, its sheeny, 80s-inspired gloom rock effectively states their arena-sized ambitions as cavernous guitar-and-synth arrangements build to belted choruses capable of raising a goose bump or two. But the overriding impression is of a band subsuming their identity to commercial indie formula, one given further credence by off-the-peg lyrics which speak in risible, angsty platitudes