The Editors‘ latest album is yet another bullseye. Not only their distinct sound but also the profound and deep lyrics Tom Smith delivers are beyond compelling. Very few people are able to write about death and loss, on the same level he does. Some excerpts from the song bones that I find moving;

In the end all you can hope for
Is the love you felt to equal the pain you’ve gone through

Bones, starved of flesh
Surround your aching heart
Full of love

I’m going to skip the whole comparisons with Interpol, because as you can see, that’s irrelevant.

The song bones, with some random video footage;

An incredible acoustic version;

And a pounding live version (a bit sad that guy has to screw the beginning of the great video over);