Editors
In This Light And On This Evening
Fader

One has to wonder when the sun and the moon take one another's place if there's a passing glare as one clocks out and the other clocks in. The Editors' third long player is a mediation of such opposites, and it's also a study of how those opposites work against each other. The titular opening track is a dark grafting of Joy Division and the Doves, a mesmeric fusing of dark, light, the bleakest fog and a distant jackhammera portent of what's to come, yes, but also a haunting portrait of what already is. "Bricks And Mortar" suggests a more muscular Depeche Mode, with Tom Smith singing thuggily over a throbbing synth-powered beat: "I am the city wall." Later, the battlemarching new wave of "Papillon" is positively breathless; "The Big Exit" is dense and heaving, while "You Don't Know Love" finds Smith accusing, "You don't know love like you used to." "Like Treasure" is a careening winner; "Eat Raw Meat=Blood Drool" vampires strangely away but to stirring effect and the album's finest moment, "The Boxer" is a swooning ballad of austere, almost Gothic smoothness. "I'm attracted to the light," Smith sings over a crushing, orchestral accompaniment. Yeah, right. Dark and perfectly searing work.
Alex Green
