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For all their moody posturing, Editors always seemed like a band who really wanted to churn out radio-friendly stadium rock for dads who don’t want to play Joy Division in…

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Textbooks out: the world’s gloomiest physics teacher is back and ready to regale us with another of his mortality-based questions. “If a plane were to fall from the sky/How…

In 2005 Editors were peddling wannabe stadium rock from their distinctly average debut ‘The Back Room’. Now, due to a series of incredible summer slots, they’re more popular at festivals…

Mouths are wired shut. Skin hangs gaunt from flesh-starved bones. Planes simply drop out of the sky while witnesses stand shrugging, watching to see how big a hole the crash…

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They’re the worst band on the planet, a tuneless, talentless shower of Joy Division copyist fuckwits. Their whining, dreary, two-note-monotone singer sounds like a cancerous baboon having his tonsils amputated…

In a season of lifeless comebacks, it seems Editors have found their life-force in death itself. ‘Smokers…’ is a dizzying gurn across the contradictions of terminal illness, asking, “How can…