bloody unstable mood of the music. He was fighting mad,
and you can feel that in the turbulence of the music. He
was frightened, and the music is frightening. He was in
love. And so he was lonely. That he and his friends – who
were just as lonely in their own ways – could turn these
thoughts and confusions so magically into sounds – gen-
tle, pure, heartbreaking and lacerating sounds – is but a
hint of the alchemical extravagance of this strangely intelli-
gent, ridiculously burdened, youthfully defiant, glooming
and blooming, magnificently doomed, old style, avant
garde, anonymous and famous rock and roll group.
And so if I may be so bold at such an exact time as to
say the fallowing; Joy Division locate us in the gently
smoldering nowhere solid hell* of communal remembering,
of mutual awareness, never exact, never erased.
And so, mind you, there**.
* The word hell stems from the Germanic root meaning
'concealed’ and originally, like Hades or Sheol, had less to with
punishment than simple bleak survival in a vague netherworld.
** Another end, another day, another doldrum, another
beginning, another way of seeing things where there is nothing
and everything to see. And so, on.