Chapter VI: The Sacred Cow That You Festively Slice… IS MURDER
Joy Division:
Duuuhhhhhhh.
Thank you, Joy Division, for casting this seemingly never-ending shroud of gloom over the music world. It’s been more than twenty years since Ian Curtis killed himself, but it’s still not considered acceptable to make fun of his music for being plodding, joyless, heavy-handed, semi-incompetent crap. Let me try to explain Joy Division: in 1977, punk music came along as an antidote to soulless corporate masturbation-rock like Pink Floyd. The punks may not have been able to sing or play their instruments, but they had an undeniably infectiouss energy. Joy Division fell into the “post-punk” category, meaning that they couldn’t sing or play their instruments but they didn’t have any of the energy, either (unless you count Ian Curtis’s Elaine-from-Seinfeld style dancing or his occasional epileptic seizures).
Joy Division started out as just another terrible wannabe punk band. They formed after they saw the Sex Pistols play in Manchester and realized that it took absolutely no talent to form a successful band. Their name comes from a fascination with Nazism and militaristic imagery; the term “Joy Division” is an unsavory reference to unwilling concentration-camp prostitutes or something like that, and their live shows were occasionally backed by scenes of bombing and war. It’s miraculous that they were able to dodge accusations of being Nazis well enough that hardly anyone brings it up today. I’m not saying that I think they were actually fascists, but I do think their whole cooked-up fascist image was pretentious, ill-conceived, and immature. They eventually dropped that in favor or a more gothic/J.G. Ballard approach which suited them a little bit better, but I’m amazed at how easily people let them off the hook for the retarded Nazi idea.
They only managed to squeeze out two albums before Ian Curtis bumped himself off, which surely only adds to their legend. Had they kept following the path they started down, they surely would have gone in the same direction as Bauhaus or The Cure and started making dreadful gothic synth-pop (as evidenced by the fact that the surviving members of Joy Division formed New Order and made, you guessed it, terrible synth-pop). I hypothesize that if Ian Curtis had continued to live and exert his gothic influence over the band, they would have eventually sounded like Siouxie and the Banshees except with a terrible singer. I also hypothesize that Ian Curtis would now be fat.
http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=1880 for The Smiths and Pavement