Listening to this for the first time, I'm imagining what a night out with these guys might be like (bear with me, this analogy won't last too long, I promise). I'm getting a dull, fairly humourless affair, young men sitting in the corner of a brown pub raising their voices slightly, then two listening intently to the third as he unleashes all of his fury at the way the world is headed. Glasses get smashed, blood drips on the brown pub's brown carpet.
Not that much fun then.
What's happened here is that White Lies have had a classic sophomore slump, the difficult second album as it was called when albums were still things you bought from a shop. For my tastes, this sounds a bit too much like the Killers/Brandon Flowers, and that's never a good thing, although if you liked TLML you might find something to enjoy a bit. Maybe. Your best hope is to put it on quietly and hope that someone thinks it's the Editors. But it isn't, and it isn't even close.