 AH, Editors. The perfect straight line
awaits -- can we expect obtuse melodies? Inscrutable lyrics? A grand design that
mere mortals are unable to fathom? Well, two out of three ain't bad.
On their sophomore release, the
Birmingham-based boys seem to have
made a conscious decision to sound
heavy and serious. Fair enough, especially for a band looking for increased
credibility, but when delivered with-
out the remotest snatch of wit, the
end product seems laboured and
weighed down by its desire to be
taken seriously.
There's no other way to put this:
aided by the weary vocals of frontman
Tom Smith, Editors sound old. It's not
just the jadedness that has become so
chic among those looking to ape
counterculture circa 2007, it's as if the
band has more in common with
Chicago than Coldplay.
It's a pity, because the band is obviously fairly accomplished from a musical perspective. Their peers would
probably be Blue October, another
band with an admirably tight sound
that loses much of that cohesion
mainly due to the fact that its lead
singer constantly sounds at odds with
what is being created around him.
It's not a bad album -- it's just uninspired and unmemorable, severely
lacking even a hint of invention. |