everyone needs the editors.

i know, i know, even though you’re a regular lame-o american, you hid in your faux flat smoking fags all those nervous rainy months you thought the manic street preachers were done. and i also know how the gallagher brothers added insult to injury, ruining the magical notion of modern britpop with their beatles-inspired arrogance and bratty antics. still, i implore you to get over all this pettiness in time to adore the editors who just happen to hail from manchester.

now imagine if coldplay birthed a beautiful baby and let husker du raise it so it wouldn’t grow up to be such a wuss (with a dumb name like i don’t know… apple or moses). well that’s just how the editors sound. except the back room holds together so tightly, you’re likely to forget it’s their debut. catchy songs like munich and blood, along with the solemnly steady sparks, feel so familiar, you’ll swear you’ve heard them before but you haven’t. because despite endless comparisons to every other english band imaginable, the editors assure us, “blood runs through your veins, that’s where our similarity ends.” and you better bloody believe it.