Tweet These days, I'd consider myself a glass-half-full chap when it comes to internet hype. I used to be a complete bell-end about hyped bands. Due to a stinky cerebral twitch common to people who write about music, I'd dismiss albums, bands, and - in the case of simian mobile bloggy remixy shit - entire genres, before listening. Arrogant? Yep. Cuntish? You bet. Vampire Weekend changed all that. I smugly avoided their album for ages for the sole reason that it was the number one searched album on hype machine. When I subsequently heard it and was blown away, I realised two things. 1: I was a spanner for being snobby about it because of the hype. 2: Some people would still continue to hate on a great album because it was hyped in the first place. Regardless of the hype, vampire weekend were always class live MP3: The XX-VCR The XX are the latest Vampire Weekend. They have an average age of nineteen and it's currently hard to be objective about them, seeing as most critical opinion is refracted through a monster bubble of internet chatter. Let's try though. Their sound is austere, melodic and synthy, with a girl/boy vocal trade off on most songs. So far, so ordinary. Yet, from start to finish, their debut album is crammed full of intriguing elliptical moments (both musically and lyrically) which call to mind the music of Young Marble Giants, and which contrast starkly to such overcrowded, WTF bonanzas as MGMT's debut. After the tsunami subsides, people will come back to the XX to try and fill in the weird and compelling gaps in their songs. I just know it.