“The xx don’t do loud. They whisper. They turn down. They make you come to them. They don’t do loud places, either; the last time I saw them at a big venue—Manhattan concrete thunderdome Terminal 5—their minimalism was swallowed up by chattering barflies trying to channel wallflower sensuality into a Tuesday night hookup. I left early.
On “Loud Places,” xx frontwoman Romy Madley-Croft is once again”
