The xx – review

Shepherd's Bush Empire, LondonDry ice billows across the stage, shrouding it in almost impenetrable fog. With each flash of the strobe lights, black-clad figures are briefly illuminated, no more distinct than silhouettes. The reticence of the xx is absolute: it makes them undemonstrative on record, tongue-tied in interview, and shadows in the midst of their own live show.Just as they surely intend, this absence has the effect of bringing their music into sharper focus. Every note played is as br...

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