Ian Curtis was dark, really dark, so dark that if his recent biopic were shot in anything but black and white, well, you'd just go: pfshhh, shfffh, tsfff pfff, yeah right.
Listening to Joy Division is like watching the one guy in the club who is on hard drugs dancing to his own phantom rhythm on the dance floor. His eyes are red, the movements are spastic, but there is a certain controlled angst to it. Joy Division's music has a driving quality, each song feels like it is being pulled away from the past, thrusting towards a defined ending. It is a burst of kinetic energy that is about to hit a brick wall.
"Transmission" moves. The bass is just egging the other instruments on while the lead guitar grapples and jockeys for position. And just look at Ian - yeah, I know, he's creeping me out too.
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