As a moody teenager nothing gives you more pleasure than depressing music that you can dance to. Fortunately I grew up in the eighties so there was a whole wealth of possibilities to choose from. I was an undercover goth, revelling in the misery of Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus and Fields of the Nephlim but there was one band that long before goth mastered the the concept of dull, depressing with a beat, Joy Division, and not only that the lead singer had killed himself when it got too much, what more could a teenager want?
Despite listening to Joy Division often enough and loudly enough to have my parents wondering if the “phase” would ever end, I never knew much about the people who made up the band so when “Control” came about I was curious. The music brought it all back, apart from the almost poppy “Love Will Tear Us Apart”, I hadn’t listened to the music in years but the revelation was the story and how it treated Ian Curtis as a character, despite his bad behaviour and strangeness you cared from this man and saddened by the end of the film.
