Some bands arrive making noise, and bands that make silence their revolution. The xx belongs to the second category. When they emerged in 2005, still shy London teenagers, Romy, Oliver, and Jamie seemed to defy the logic of the industry: a trio that spoke softly, played softly, breathed softly… and yet created an impact that resonated louder than any shout.

Their debut, xx (2009), is one of those landmarks that reorganize a generation’s emotional map. A minimalist album, almost monochromatic, yet full of emotional texture. The economy of sound — guitars that sighed more than they played, beats that felt like inner pulses — ended up defining an aesthetic not only musical, but sensorial. It was music for the skin. Music for confidences. Music for the night.

The second album, Coexist (2012), expanded that vocabulary; the third, I See You (2017), opened the doors to a more expansive xx, driven by Jamie xx’s creative pulse. But soon after came the silence — an eight-year hiatus with no releases and no collective tours. Each member followed their own solo path, in a process that could have been a goodbye but ultimately proved to be a necessary pause.

I saw them live in New York in 2013, one of those experiences that stays in your memory like a moving photograph. They later came to Brazil, and their relationship with the audience here only deepened. There is something in their vulnerability that finds an immediate echo in our emotional warmth.

In 2025, as they marked two decades of existence, the trio finally resurfaced: discreet as always, but with an unmistakable glow of reunion. They announced new shows, including dates in Brazil set for May 2026. For a band never inclined to grand statements, that schedule already feels like a clear sign: they are seeing themselves as a trio again.

An official comeback? A new album? There is still no confirmation, and, as always, they prefer to let the music — when it arrives — speak for itself. But the gesture of coming together again, after so many years on individual paths, signals movement, intention, a shared artistic desire. And when The xx wants something, they tend to turn it into an entire aesthetic.

Their minimalism remains worth rediscovering. Nothing is excessive; everything is essential. A band that never needed to shout to be heard continues to show that sometimes the deepest truths live in the gaps — in the pause between one chord and the next, in the whisper that says more than any explosive sound.

Twenty years later, The xx remains faithful to its own emotional vocabulary. And for those who have followed them from the beginning, this return — even a quiet one — feels almost like an intimate reunion.