As hip hop gurus, we originally discovered The xx after listening to wait what’s the notorious xx album. It’s now safe to say that it’s very difficult transitioning to only hearing Baria Quereshi and Romy Madley’s harmonies behind their simplistic, ghostly beats. We keep expecting Biggie to bust out. But less about our impairments.
They are the emos of today except ten times less lamer and ten times more soulful. If you know math, you know the solution to that equation is very trendy music. If there’s one thing we can’t take it is a seditious, self-proclaimed outgoing rock band that wears their all-black, exclaiming they’re holy with rock n’ roll. No, that is only rock star potential and Dave Grohl knows as much as we do that modesty is the best policy.
Anyway, their vocals on this album is worried like usual but sturdy as if murmuring the truth. They are still minimalistic. We thought “Missing” was the groundbreaker but it instead added a nuance that reminded us that The xx is unique in the purest definition of the word. “Fiction” holds that same quality where the audio takes you on an airy ride and then makes you feel rocky and uneasy in a positive way. As British street artist Banksy says, “Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” For those that felt awkward about the bass and drums creeping in, congratulations, you have discovered art.
In “Sunset,” we were glad to hear that rodeo touch used in many of the songs in their xx album. We were also very satisfied with the lyrics. It seems artists nowadays are shedding more light to substantial relationships that end like death. It’s an undeserving analogy but it’s a type of pain and pain hurts regardless.
The last note we would like to make is on “Angels” and “Try.” While “Angels” sounds like a dreamy love song and the band probably wrote it while feeling vulnerable, the mood is similar to more upbeat, shoulder-shifting “Try.” They’re both eerie and odd in some places but reassuring and reminding that it is a The xx album. They make us feel optimistic, which makes us feel weird, before taking us back down to their macabre somberness. Their undertones always return. Their vocals are desolate, but it’s fun because it’s breezy. We, as alternative music lovers, are attracted to their drone for some reason. That reason may be on account of we’re all depressed, too. All in all Coexist, in one word, is cooling.
It’s lovely, it’s quick, it’s haunting. It’s sad as Madley’s shaky voice so full of depth. We promote this album and encourage listeners to buy buy buy.