

In retrospect, the concert was everything you could have expected with a band like The XX. I do remember feeling a distinct sense of disappointment with their performance--their lateness tainted the entire show with the slight feeling that they did not truly appreciate their fans. Despite all that, I think I walked out the venue satisfied all the same.
There was a special kind of intimacy between Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim; I felt like I was witnessing musical sex as they swayed back and forth, walking slowly towards each other with a certain deliberateness and chemical pull.
But that's exactly the kind of mood evoked by The XX's songs. When they ended the show with "Intro" and "Angels", I almost felt like crying.

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