"Everything has got to be love or death" -- 'Death', White Lies
White Lies are the glowering, glistening, moody, magnificent, cheekbones-of-granite, stone cold future of Rock...
As teenagers in what now seems a different life, they were a band called Fear Of Flying, lumped in with the underage Way Out West club scene. They'd known each other since they were babies in West London, playing together since bassist Charles Cave and drummer Jack Brown struck woodblock and triangle at a school play. Not so many years later, they formed a proper band at the age of fifteen with singer Harry McVeigh (Jack got his first drum kit literally a fortnight before the band formed).