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Isn’t It Romantic? Er, Sort of? A Rather Grey and Lovely Chat with THE xx

Words by Ken Scrudato It’s pithy that The xx’s name employs the same sort of intentional poetic colorlessness as did the name choice of The Smiths. Indeed, this London foursome similarly forward a particular brand of graveyard and teatime poetry laced with turbulent, bemused sexuality. Their rather astonishing debut is one of those rarest of birds: a record that is both enthrallingly sexy and almost unfailingly, well, grey. Intrigued to peel back a couple of layers of the already [...]