The Editors

I went to see the Editors last night at the Commodore. I only caught the tail end of the first opening band, Louis XIV, who I hadn't heard before. They weren't bad, so I'll have to check out more of them. Hot Hot Heat were the second band and while I had heard them before, they don't do too much for me. Definitely lots of energy in their performance though. And the lead singer said that his doctor had told him he couldn't sing for a couple of weeks and they'd have to cancel shows but he couldn't not play the Vancouver show. (Aww, shucks, I bet he says that to all the crowds.) Finally, the Editors came on. It's at times like this (right now, writing this) when I feel my lack of music journalist potential as I have nothing interesting or intelligent to say about the band and their performance beyond that I loved the show. I like seeing bands perform songs that I like. Simple as that. They were great...heck, I even liked the stage lighting. At times I felt like I was watching a flickering black and white film clip. (Seriously, no drugs were taken by me.) Anyhow, a good show.

Ian Curtis Watch: In the way that all new up and coming Argentine footballers are compared to Maradona, it seems all up and coming British singers with a deep voice and moody, somewhat depressing music are compared to Ian Curtis. And while there may be a bit of Ian going on in Tom Smith (is that natural or cultivated spasticity?), I'd say for the most part he's doing and will continue to do his own thing.