Response to: The XX - Cystalised (Young Turks)
Interpol-esque harmonised guitar plucking leads us into ive-got-to-stop-coming-into-the-studio-stoned vocals lain over pensive rim hits and sexy bassline which carries over into a section of female vox; only emphaising the raw energies behind The XX.
A whirlpool of wispy sounds, tentatively conflicting over-lain lyrics; catchy and pop, but without the obviousness that many pop acts bring to the table.
The XX are hot shit. This single is lovely. And the album is ace.