The XX
Lake Stage
Saturday 18.45

If there's one thing that the XX probably don't suit it's playing on a stage shaped like a basking shark's mouth at full gape that faces directly into the sum. Their debut album - and it's one of the finest of the year - suits dark intimacy rather than an early evening cider sunblast, while the two pink women doing the festival two-step ought be ashamed of themselves. Where's that drizzle when they need it? The XX's music is blessed not of a sameness, but an identity that speaks beautifully of romantic melancholia, that moment when thinking of parting forever goes from idea to reality. And like that situation, it works better without the tawdry distractions of sun and bad dancing that The XX are faced with here.
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