I won’t believe it, ’til I can feel it/Can you feel it?
If there was a point where their budding bedroom antics get stretched thin, it’d be the break-up words flopping here. Or make-up. The torrid tension is there, just etched with a leaky, juvenile pen. That said, Jamie xx – you’re a digi-soft magician. And those vocal harmonies. Lennon “Girl” sigh.