Unknown Pleasures
Best song: She’s Lost Control
Worst song: Interzone
Overall grade: 6
I recently saw someone wearing an ‘Unknown Pleasures’
T-shirt and had an internal debate about whether to go over and talk to them. I
didn’t, because I knew there was a chance they didn’t actually know the album
and just liked the design, but assuming they did, it made me realise: it isn’t
an album you just listen to quietly, put away and don’t tell anyone about. You
have to wear its T-shirt, send it to your friends, and shout out: ‘Unknown
Pleasures is freaking awesome!’
Since its release it’s come to be labelled as ‘post-punk’,
but at the time, it defied classification. It clearly had punk influences, but
it was different. More focused. Very cold, calculated and relentlessly dark.
Every part of it feels like it has a direction – that Ian Curtis knew exactly what he was doing and
wasn’t going to settle for any filler or anything that didn’t demand your full
attention.
‘She’s Lost Control’, with its strong and repeated vocal
hook, was the only song that really stood out to me on first listen, with
everything else blending into one, but over time I’ve come to appreciate the
differences between them. For example, you’ve got ‘Wilderness’, which is the
one that’s full of the intermittent drum parts, ‘Disorder’ is the one with the
awesome bassline, ‘I Remember Nothing’ is the one that’s mostly built on
atmosphere, and ‘Interzone’ is the one that nobody actually cares about.
The melodies here are unpredictable and slightly messed up –
you can see this best on ‘Day of the Lords’, one of the better slower songs, although
who cares about the minor difference in quality between this song and the
almost-as-good ‘Candidate’ with its call-and-response bass/vocal lines, or the
haunting ‘New Dawn Fades’? Also, can you tell I’m finding this review really
difficult to write? I guess this is an album that’s incredibly hard to find
words for. You know every song has an effect, but working out what that effect
is is much harder.
A friend of mine likes Joy Division in theory but complains
about the vocals. Ian Curtis certainly can’t sing as well as he writes, but his
singing does nevertheless add to the lyrics. In places it’s full of emotion,
and then in other places it’s even more effective in the way it’s robotic and
apathetic, which is a far better description of depression.
If I had a list of top albums based on production, this
would be my favourite. It’s pretty much perfect, creating an illusion of
spaciousness and distance and the idea that you can never quite reach it. ‘Interzone’
may be weaker, and ‘I Remember Nothing’ an acquired taste to many, but I really
think this album can only be appreciated properly when it’s listened to all at
once. It’s such an insight (haha, Joy Division puns) into how Ian Curtis was
feeling at the time he was writing it, yet at the same time, it still seems surrounded
in mystery.
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