White Lies by Marki Lucky

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 musically functional if not too flashy. It knows its place, the violin takes center stage, as a violinist would playing a concerto in front of an orchestra.

I would imagine hearing this for people who think Burning Man isn’t a waste of 1500$. Picture it: You’re three days into a bender, it’s 105 degrees and there’s sand in your eyes, you haven’t drank water the entire time, you aren’t completely sober from the night before... Suddenly, “White Lies” slaps through the speakers, its violin slicing through the bass like a switchblade in a yoga class.

Though very ambitious, “White Lies” occasionally leaves the violin out. Technically flawless, emotionally vulnerable. It gets subverted by the beat in moments, feeling as if the thump is prioritized over the melody. But when it shines through, there’s no mistaking it.

Final Thoughts:

This is what happens when a classically trained musician discovers music production and a life in the club. “White Lies” isn’t just a song—it’s a middle finger to genre purists, and a surprisingly effective party trick. I can totally see this working as he finds his niche. We’ve seen crossover before, but in a world where “innovation” means slapping reverb and auto tune on a guy hitting a vape too hard, Marki’s violin-club Frankenstein is… refreshing. Or alarming. Either way, I won’t complain.

Written by Adam Stone

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