To me The xx crept silently under the radar and appeared fully formed bearing the perfect gifts of two almost faultless albums. A youthful trio locked in their own bubble of intensity and self-belief, delivering songs of atmospheric lovelorn lyrics and melodic beauty.
Fronted by the elf-eyed and mysterious Romy Madley Croft, and foreboding presence of the menacingly lanky Oliver Sim, the band is perfectly complimented by the musical genius of Jamie Smith.
"In the actual offices where people work,"whispered Romy.
"It was like a garage when we first went there, like a mattress on the wall - it was really derelict and then they refurbished it and we were the first band in there."
"We worked with a lot of producers before but it ended up sounding more like them than us,"adds Jamie. "Eventually I just decided to do it myself."