The self-titled debut from The XX
has a striking subtlety, a poignant disorganization, and a series of affecting lyrics; a trifecta of immaturity rarely accomplished by such a young, brash band. There is a formidable lack of gimmicks. There is no discernible self-righteous song-writing. XX
has almost no climactic moments, no shimmering orchestral magic. There is little to no innovation. But something is pulling at the ears, an undertow of raw emotion and desire, squeezing the heart.
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