Joy Division not Joy, Control to Lost Control

Post-punk music was my favorite a long time ago. First, The Cure, and later the impure, but considered post-punk The Police, have all been collected by me crazily. The Cure's first four albums gave me a "gradual obsession" feeling, one more understated, darker, stickier than the last. Now I only like its first "Three Imaginary boys", simple and energetic. The latter, indulging in the deliberately created dark atmosphere is too much, making life tired. The Police is good, it's a complete listen to the whole episode, with surprises from start to finish. Sting after the solo flight is not so durable. The Bauhaus is just an occasional listen, not much to remember.



The last Joy Division of the post-friend trio is truly great. "Closer", its first album, would be appropriate to describe it as "the beauty of icy despair." "Closer" should be the pinnacle of all post-punk albums. The song "Decades" depicts the desperate crowds in Dante's "Divine Comedy", who are wandering at the door of the region, in front of the dreadful inscriptions. It is hard to imagine that this is a song written by a person in his early twenties.





Ian Curtis hanged himself at 23, 3 years before the rock geniuses who met to die at 26, Jimi Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobin. I have been guessing, what kind of strange life will such a genius have? This biographical film gave me an answer: nothing is peculiar except epilepsy, this is a simple, introverted, sensitive man, artistically gifted, but incapable of coping with the mundane life into which he fell prematurely.



The director is a famous master of making MVs for rock music, but the film he made is unusually simple, and controls the film language of "Control" very well.

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