TRANSMISSION

joy division 1979

This election is depressing, and when you're depressed there's nothing like joy division. The music is deathly dark, dark as a drum of pitch, and you've already had a couple pints with your mates and these rain-slick streets are slippery sideways and you catch yourself falling but right yourself and laugh but when you close your eyes there are messages, short wave radio transmissions, codes just beyond your understanding, strange signals, squelch, wow and flutter, and this is joy division. Close your eyes and see sparks fly in the darkness. Ian Curtis hangs himself but the band new order carries on without him and this metronomic cold soul clock tick tocks on the midnight bedstand and oh this is chilly stuff this english rain.



new order 1981