Editors @ Brixton

Christ it really is all about the World Cup these days, I wish people give over already. I don’t get football - supporting a team up and down some kind of league thing, buying their merch – going to see them play over and over again ... ...

So anyway, here we are at the second of Editors triumphant Brixton gigs – we first saw them play in the Garage way back in April 2005 don’tchaknow, then it twas in the Astoria, and now they've entererd the premier league, playing 3 sold out nights at the big momma academy!

The Eds come on stage looking confident enough, but they aint much for the small talk. Thankfully Tom has forgone the too tight grey/white/monochrome buttoned up shirt in favour of ummm... a baggy grey t-shirt - how casual of him. (Maybe Edith burned them? Maybe he’s put on a bit of ‘we can afford to eat now’ weight? Who knows?) This does not appear to affect his performance. He’s still an intense, tightly wound spring of nervous tics and twitches (not quite in the same league at BB Pete tho - and he doesn't use his guitar as a 'hat' either this time out).

Actually the only criticism we had was with the staging:- the sound was cack, especially at the beginning, the back drops were sparse, minimal and tacky looking, the piano looked like it had been rescued from a skip and the lights were pretty shoddy as well. (I get they're after dark brooding type atmosphere, cause they aren’t already living with that cliché, but really, how much for an extra few light bulbs?!) Tickets were £20ish – including extortionate booking fees – what’s with the cheapness?

Still, it’s a bloody good show and Editors are justifiably proud of themselves as they leave the stage. They even they do a fabbo cover of Talking Heads ‘Road to Nowhere’ as their penultimate song. Bring on the next album please; it’s bound to be a corker.