Flick on a Joy Division record, push a vacuum against your temple and listen. Is that empty Joy Divison? No, it’s the Editors. Remember them? Those emotional guys? Neither do we. But who does? Who still likes the Editors?
We went over to Glastonbury and checked it out and, yes, it seems like the brigades of people in attendance are couples in their mid-forties. Brexiteer-type folks with gel in their hair and a pair of cargo shorts on. Editors are actually ok, the crowd isn’t.