Joy Division
Closer

THE REVIEW

If on Unknown Pleasures the deceit of reality was uncovered, on this one we delve into the invisible of reality. CLOSER, more than posthumous, is an album of essence transition and, miraculously, will always smell of mystical roses.

The album is not a requiem, it is not sad, it is not gloomy, it is not melancholic, it is not decadent, it is not tragic, it simply resides on another plane of sensitivity and is misunderstood by our masochistic itches of unconscious suffering: "The sessions were described by various members of the band as very fun, filled with numerous pranks organized by the musicians, particularly by the singer," there you go...

In the first track, there's a detached tribalism for a ritual that abrades the Maya veil (Atrocity Exhibition, indeed). "This Is the way, step inside," we start strong. Then on Isolation, we make definitive contact with solitude, set to a music-mystified dance-like beat, just so we don't go crazy immediately.

In Passover, we seek our personal oasis with a change of libation, where water is no longer sufficient to quench our thirst. That gritty depression begins to build, which is kind in its control of the survival instinct.

In the fourth track, we approach entities (Colony) that are not exactly reassuring, and the dialogue begins to evolve into a horrific one where, however, fear is our friend. Almost carefree is A Means To An End, where we get used to the paradigm shift without, however, winking at utilitarianism. We linger a bit longer.

If we want to associate soul seriousness with Heart and Soul, it's not exactly so. We might say that from here, we start clenching due to visions of the beyond. Courage. Resignation starts to take root (Twenty Four Hours), which is the key to realization. Attempts to cut the chains of considering time, the battle flares. The piece ends suspended, like everything.

And then on The Eternal, there's nothing left for anyone, primarily for our reflection. The confession is final, the internal revisionism is devastating. The lull of the immobility of the flow causes us an ancestral insomnia where the past, present, and future are in front of us simultaneously. Nostalgia for the other world. There is a calm flatness, a ruthless happiness.

With Decades, we cross over, the Leap is made. There are no more decisions to make, everything is as it should be, and with the acceptance of everything, we are in harmony.

As for the solar storms conquered, renouncing supervised freedom, burning everything, well that’s another story.

"The incident is closed, do not gossip... This is not a solution... but I have no way out... The boat of love has crashed against everyday life. Between life and me, everything squares... Have a pleasant stay" (V. Mayakovsky).

The only thing worth living for is being torn apart by love. Goodbye Ian!