EDITH is prosperous in warfare. There’s a story there.
“Edith the Elf” is Katherine Currey’s melancholic oddball. She claims to be wonderful, but nobody likes her. Goth kidsong.
A Carrib beat enhances “Santa and Edie“, Charlie Dore’s tragic boss nova indie tale of two misfit outliers who recall each other, but not hope.
Ana Kennedy pounds home “merry christmas, edith” with desperate despair. Overlapping, insistent indie concern might raise your blood pressure.
In a “Ghost Village 1943 ” the clocks all stopped on Christmas. Edith and Lucas seem to labor there, but Nicholas Martin Capaldi is tightlipped as to the other details. Heavy drums on the militant pop; then hard rock.
This old high school alum is noticed on a Christmas trip back home. But “She Thinks She’s Edith Head” so swing They Might Be Giants. Progressive alt rock.
“Edith” concerns Sean at the Hotel. With portentous indie syncopation, he calls out his need to know what befell her a Xmas. Or something.