Pornographic material for yo' ears, that's what my agenda is all about. "The XX" is a four-piece from London consisting of 18-19 somethings coming together to create this summers most beautiful album. It's hard to imagine something less timid than The XX's melodies, and that's where their musical genius lies, their quiet and soothing, yet somehow angry display of pure teen angst. There's alot of themes to do with moons and stars, as well as the silly ideas we youngsters have about unconditional love and our beliefs that somewhere out there is something for us to build our lives upon. They display a harsh reality though, one that says that we cannot always stay so naive. Yet they wish to linger in these beliefes as though they were unwanting of leaving their naivite behind, as if to say that having these dreams are just as crucial as the realisation that we cannot rely on them.
Now I'm sure many of you are aware of The XX's gothic homage to the vocal melodies of R&B and their back to back musical upbringing with "Hot Chip" and "Burial" for which they are most recognised. For those of you not aware though I'd like for you to consider the following fact. They are fantastic. They released their first LP about two weeks ago, and through strained repetiotion on my iPod I've come to the conclusion that there's not a single mediocre track on the record. Every track is as inventively gloomy as the one preceding it and the duets between vocalists Romy and Oliver are a struggle of beauty on beauty with the listener ultimately the winner.
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