By Ray Zag
Every album creates a mood, for better or worse. Sometimes the right people are in the right place at the right time, and the emotion evoked from this concoction of harmonious elements could be enough to make you cry, or revolt, to find meaning in poetry and the rhythmic synchronicity of modern instruments. Joy Division derived their name from a German Whorehouse housed in a quarter of a concentration camp during the big one, and their 1979 debut album Unknown Pleasures, will certainly evoke an emotional response. Now whether it’s starting at a wall caught in an inertial stupor seeped in depression or hopping on Amazon and ordering the album cover on a shirt is entirely up to the listener, but in the world of alternative music this album undoubtedly changed the trajectory of the genre, setting the new sound to a chilling creep. Churning out a concrete, cold plethora of songs before lead singer Ian Curtis took his own life in 1980 (the remaining members ultimately starting the pop band New Order). They set the tone for misery for years to come, a fucking creep gallery where goth is set to a new tempo that only the sad and disenfranchised of the world understand.
Art is subjective, your perception of a renaissance era painting may differ from my interpretation; the connective tissue being that both parties are moved. This body of music conjures God living in a concrete and bleak housing complex in England, staring out the window while it rains. Forgetting all his obligations, if only for a moment.
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