the xx's near eponymous debut, xx. a classic grower, classic fall album, whatever. didn't do much on the first few tries, but repeated listens reaped greater rewards. maybe, i think, because the production is unfussy and thin, this record creeps in slow. but it's a keeper. creeper/keeper. har.
my favorite track of the moment, basic spaces. here:
A little Italians do it better, but better. a little junior boys; austere, programmed guitar songs about fucking, but messier. An original and suprisingly mature debut.