Best of 2009: The xx
Undoubtedly one of the best albums of 2009, The xx’s self-titled debut has notched one positive review after another. The London-based group originally started out as a quartet, but recently saw one of its members leave due to exhaustion from touring. Hopefully, this won’t hamper the seductively wispy crooning and burgeoning melodies that make The xx so brain-burrowing. Amidst sparsely filled tracks, these UK youngsters somehow manage to lay out the foundations for contagious numbers that don’t sound quite like dance floor anthems or rock club cuts, yet wouldn’t be out of place at either locale. Patient, swelling gems teeming with hypnotic vitriol tease the ear buds before waning and lapping you up like the tide receding back to shore. Sure, The xx is treading in new, exciting territory. Yet, you’ll be so preoccupied with these kids snagging their razor-sharp hooks on you to dwell too much on the substance of tracks steeped in ennui and sexual cupidity. UK’s Pariah shows just how easy it is to just sit back and enjoy with his remix.
The xx - “Basic Space (Pariah remix)”
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