What would an alien satellite tell us if it could overcome the gulf of time, space and language? “Thirteen thousand years orbit Earth get mistaken for trash,” suggests Wendy Eisenberg, their cool, clear voice transforming compressed lyrics into a post-human plea for connection. It’s a sharp opening to a fresh, ferocious third album from Editrix – an experimental trio founded in Massachusetts’ DIY scene – which explores forms of frustrated, imbalanced communication via a musical language all their own.
From rock’s foundations and various genres – blues, jazz, punk, prog, hardcore, indie, metal – Editrix carve a style that is articulate and crushingly exhilarating. With galloping interplay between Steve Cameron’s bass and Josh Daniel’s…