Bassist-vocalist Oliver Sim has charisma in spades, whereas beats and production whizz Jamie Smith (aka Jamie xx) rests mostly silent, picking almonds out of a long tumbler, describing “stuff” as either “nice” or “really nice”.
Still, there’s so much to talk about, such as the band’s decidedly brighter left-turn of a third album, which finds the group at its sonic peak.
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For an act that attained a deafening amount of buzz from the get-go – with its musicians still teens at the time, no less – that really is saying something. Their early-era-defining albums , which dropped earlier this year, changes the playbook and follows the yellow brick road to Technicolor electronics.
Instead of being the type of celestial, hushed music to serenade you on the night ride home, seems built for the clubs.