By Kirstin Lynn
Never ones to shy away from doomsday, Editors served Glasgow’s Barrowlands with a morose implosion to sail spirits in uplifting melancholy.
A fan-base that’s matured with this band crowded the stage for a majestic opener, in the industrial-tinged Sugar from new release, The Weight Of Your Love. Breathing an unexpected essence of Nine Inch Nails in its distorted bass-line, regardless of frontman Tom Smith having a touch of the Chris Martin about his delivery, this assertive new level more than set the tone, and in fact spat out an instant set highlight.
Despite this majestic start, their past impacted more with the crowd, where the lighter scurry of Someone Says led the bounce, delving into a trajectory of pint chucking for an anthemic Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors– having only seen the band at Scottish festivals before my personal smug factor of staying dry tonight was quickly quashed.
The heavyweight back catalogue which followed confirmed just how accomplished Editors are for anyone who had forgotten, delivering into an unfaltering and robust set that seeded the elements of their four albums, building them into flourishes of wailing guitars and synth to catalyse a bounce.
For anyone anticipating a wild new direction, I think there’s more chance of One Direction ditching tween-friendly pop for black metal, but nonetheless, Editors do what they do well, despite dabbling in shades of grey rather than face-melting technicoloured explosions. (There’s many that could confirm shades of grey get quite heated these days.)
This band’s walk on the wild side went as far as the aforementioned Smith mounting his upright piano on the encore, and yet I doubt many, if any, left the show less than satisfied. Editors don’t bother too much with reinvention, though their less dynamic evolutionary cycle doesn’t detract from stacks of already intelligent, high-impact indie, that extends open arms to get lost in.