Thus far, the BBC "Sound of 2009" countdown has revealed three artists that are supposed to be the best new up-and-coming talent in 2009. I can't really drum up much interest in today's number two, London alt rock trio White Lies, simply because their music is so goddamn dark and dreary, too gothic in its intensity and subject matter for my taste, like in "Unfinished Business," a number about the protagonist's own death and sung from his point-of-view:
"I broke down in horror at you standing there
The glow from the moon shone through cracks in your hair
I shouted with passion 'I love you so much'
But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch
You whispered where are you?
I questioned your doubt
But soon realized you were talking to God now
You got blood your hands
And I know its mine
I just need more time
So get of your low, lets dance like we used to
But theres a light in the distance, waiting for me
I will wait for you
So get of your low, lets kiss like we used to."