Surprisingly, they're debut album is out this week which barely gives anyone enough time to jump on the bandwagon. Slow down, White Lies. Fearne Cotton doesn't even know she's supposed to like you yet.

While you may have found yourself disappointed that last year's big tip Duffy was vaunted as the new Dusty but turned out more like Lulu, prepare yourself for a mighty comedown when you discover that White Lies debut album 'To Lose My Life', described by the BBC as "a lean, muscular rock album full of stadium-sized guitar lines and deep, foreboding vocals" is, in fact, a pedestrian, weedy indie album padded with unremarkable songs and watered down Editors impressions.

We've no doubt that, once they've mastered the art of flidding about the stage like they mean it, and rendered Edith Bowman speechless at V Festival there'll be no stopping them.

But for now, White Lies are like the boyband your third sister had to like because Take That and Boyzone were already taken. They're the a1 of Joy Division-influenced indie fluff.

2 moody-photo-shoots-in-Berlin out of 5

by Tim