"White Lies"- Marki Lucky
Good morning, or good evening. Today we’re looking at Marki Lucky, a Ukrainian prodigy who’s been wielding a violin since age five (because childhood is overrated), currently studying at the prestigious Frost School of Music at the University of Miami, has now pivoted from concert halls and classy wine to raves and a key in the bathroom with his self-produced single “White Lies”. How would I describe this song? “What if River Dance drank the juice out of a glow stick?”. “White Lies” is a Frankenstein marvel, part Paganini, part Deadmau5’s discarded demos. The violin here isn’t just featured; it’s unhinged, oscillating between mournful Slavic folk melodies and the kind of synth-chasing riffs that suggest Marki has unresolved feelings about his ex. The beat, meanwhile, is the musical equivalent of scaffolding; functional, probably bringing the property value down, but it makes it so I don’t have to walk in the street to get to work. I would imagine hearing this for people who think Burni...