Truth be told, this was the first I'd heard of JJ. The blonde crimped mop atop her head drew me in, while the red plastic cup she self-consciously clutched during her set turned me off. The visual projections that accompanied her performance proved more memorable than the show itself, but that's not to say she wasn't something to behold. Falling between acts like Nosaj Thing and The xx, is tough to pull off. She deserves a second chance next time she's in town.
The last time I saw The xx they were opening for another favorite Brit band of mine, Friendly Fires. Headlining suits this threesome, and they know what it takes to whet our appetite. Not long after JJ exited, a white curtain dropped from the ceiling, obscuring the stage. The mysterious white sheath separated the anticipatory audience from the musical wunderkinds about to embark on a rock-solid set. Everyone went wild when an "X" appeared projected on this canvas, indicating it was nearly time for takeoff. Lights shown through, shadows of Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim visible, guitars in hand and ready to let loose. The curtain dropped, clapping and cheering ensued, and we were in for a fantastic show.
Croft's and Sim's voices coalesced as fluidly in person as on their record, the acoustics at Webster Hall compliment their vocals rather than marring them. Sim is something to behold, a lanky young man in a black turtleneck and skinny black jeans, long silver necklaces dangling. He'd rock back and forth when the synth and drum instrumentals, courtesy of Jamie Smith, culminated in a crashing clash of sound. He jolted his head and upper body forward, matching his movements to the music, then sauntered backwards in a reverse lurch.
The xx performed a single-song encore, "Stars," the backdrop
lighting up with little white lights arranged to outline an empty black
"X." (This band knows branding!) They exited to their Florence and the
Machine remix of "You've Got the Love." Cheeky but brilliant.
Photos by Nell Alk