I love Joy Division. It is somewhat embarrassing to admit that when I bought Unknown Pleasures as a fifteen year old, it was because I loved Interpol and kept hearing that they sounded 'a lot like Joy Division'. Oh, the shame.
Unknown Pleasures is my favourite album. I used to play it in my bedroom and lie in the dark and 'feel'. Track 4, Insight, is particularly good for this since it is the aural equivalent of a crushed windpipe and cement-filled chest. The laserbeam noises are also good. I mostly am an emotionless automaton these days, but Joy Division takes me back to a time when this wasn't the case, and I would listen and weep for the tragedy and beauty of it all. WEEP.
Some people say that Closer is the better album, but my first and true love will always be
for Unknown Pleasures. Emotional ties that can't be broke. My admiration for Ian Curtis has diminished somewhat since reading Touching from a Distance, because it sounds like he was a controlling misogynist, which is unfortunate.
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