
The xx are a quartet of very young Londoners (under 20) who've grown up together and are setting folks a-talkin' with their breathy, analgesic, unclassifiable sound, winning accolades from NME (one of their "Future 503) to Pitchfork ("Best New Music"). There's a coy slyness in the female/male (xx/xy) blending of voices on this blissful duet that would seem at home in any number of musical epochs. A knowing friend sent me this song, suggesting I might enjoy it - and I absolutely do, for several reasons: Within the simplicity of the [...]