The xx
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Young Turks/XL
Rating: 5
17 Aug 2009
The xx create pared back, skeletally minimal perfect pop songs aching to be covered by powerpop bands such as Girls Aloud, Sugababes or the Scissor Sisters. As it stands, there’s no point coming to it full of beans, the music won’t reach you. Wait till you’re working or ready to unwind at the end of a long day, that’s when the album will open up.
Whilst the sound is dark, it wouldn’t be right to label them ‘melancholic’. There’s no sadness here. It’s dark as in nighttime, intimacy, romance. It’s dark as in whispers and stolen kisses.
The music is Cocteau Twins ethereal, elegant and sophisticated; the lyrics subtle and clever, all the more seductive for the just-there European accents of lead vocalists Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim. The tempo throughout the album is languid and lazy; all torpor and fatigue; think Mazzy Star. There are no offensive bangs or crashes, nothing to jangle one’s nerves. It’s smooth and its done with an edgy Cure-like sensibility.
You get an idea of how powerful their songs would be in a ‘normal’ format when you hear their cover versions. Their take on Womack & Womack’s Teardrops is a triumph. Hot Like Fire was Aaliyah’s favourite song and The xx have done her proud. In interview, Romy said, “With a cover you should take the essence of it and completely change the music side of it.”
Like Soap&Skin, who I wrote about recently, The xx have yet to reach the age of twenty and also like Soap&Skin, their music belies their youth. Production was undertaken by the band’s own Jamie Smith. It should come as no surprise the talented youngsters hail from same south London school as the likes of Four Tet, Burial, Hot Chip and the Maccabees
Highlights of the album include Infinity, with the will she/won’t she lyrics against borrowings from Chris Isaak and Jimmy Somerville; the debut single Crystalised; and Basic Space.
for JunkMedia.org

