The xx - Crystalised

Jumping on the blog bandwagon and giving some tentative (but well-founded) love to moody underage Brits The xx, who I’ll be catching tomorrow night here at Piano’s prior to their UK tour with Florence and the Machine and the 8/17 release of their sparse, eerie, and strangely sort of sexy debut album (UK readers or those who get fancy with proxies, you can stream the whole thing over at NME if you haven’t already.) Fingers crossed for the first uber-hyped band since 2007 that probably isn’t, you know, going to tap the mic and ask for more reverb in the vocals 47 times during their set.
[more at: IM//UR, The Fader, and the internet at large.]


