I
love to steal away Track of the Moments from Steve, and with today’s post on
The xx, I’ve done just that. Actually, I don’t know if Steve likes The xx, but
knowing his tastes, I’d be surprised if he didn’t. If that’s not a quote that
should go on the front of the album, I don’t know what is.
The
xx is a British band formed in the prestigious Elliott School. No, it’s the not
the college of music our Elliott founded (that doesn’t exist yet silly), but
rather the one in England that’s produced some great talents like Burial,
Pierce Brosnan (the actor, not that there's a band named after him), and Four Tet
(who, by the way, looks like a meth addict who hasn’t slept for 3 days in his Wikipedia picture). The
xx claims that the school didn’t have much influence over them, but whatever,
they did go there. Shut up.
The
xx is ambient pop done right. All of their good songs are the perfect definition
of restrained music. Usually I’d throw on, say Major Lazer’s “Get Free (ft. Amber Coffman)”
or Usher’s “Climax” to
show what I meant by restraint (strangely, Diplo produced Climax, and is the
main man of Major Lazer, who isn’t normally known for his restraint). But every
song just has so much energy bubbling below the surface, so much tension in the
instrumentation that builds up and tries to break through, but can’t ever get
there. So it sits there, being quiet and ambient, waiting for its chance to
crash down on your ears in a wall of sound. Even the songs that do let the
beast out of the cage and allow for some fantastic crescendos and rises and
falls, like “Missing” just feel so right, so good.
Who thought "Hey, let's parody The Smiths so we can show how deep and moody we are, but do it ironically." |
The
xx go for this pillow talk, dream pop sound. Lots of reverb on the guitars, ethereal
synths, and quiet instrumentation, with whispered and murmured vocals on top of
them. While I’m a big lyrics guy, I can also sit back and just listen to the
sound of someone’s voice, which is almost mandatory here, with the murmurs and relatively weak lyrics here. Not to say it's a bad thing; I personally enjoy it. But it’s one of those sounds
that you either love or hate, get or don’t get, enjoy or don’t enjoy. I
personally love them, and if you check out “Angels” down below, you’ll see why.
It’s just so damn good.
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