Thursday, April 2, 2026

THE SECOND-GREATEST ROCK ‘N’ ROLL SONG EVER RECORDED.

 
A glimmering system of points, equal parts diffraction,      
timbre, chordal, voicings, traces. Echoes without a source.


Behold “Disorder,” a masterpiece by UK “post-punk” band Joy Division. We deem it “second-greatest” (fractionally) to another Joy Division song, “Digital,” which we previously reviewed [here.] A widely-acclaimed, widely-covered song, “Disorder” leads off the band’s first studio LP, Unknown Pleasures, recorded in 1979. The best Joy Division songs combine danceable propulsion with a burrowing emotional sprawl. And the best Joy Division songs are unmatched in the world of rock ‘n’ roll, anywhere.

The term “post-punk” may erroneously suggest a “lessening of intensity” when, if anything, “Disorder” delivers a more intimate wallop than the (nevertheless enjoyable) anti-authoritarian rails typical of many earlier punk bands. Building upon forceful music that simulates the careening velocity of a careless and callous society, “Disorder” steeps itself in the lyrics of alienation as the singer attempts to wring meaning from the blight surrounding him. “Disorder” easily retains its relevance many years later in a [fill in the blank] world.


The “disrepair” in this song may reside within a society that abandoned
the “no man’s land” of decaying working class neighborhoods.             


Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling

From the “searching” quality of the opening line — waiting for a mortal or supernatural “guide” — to the song’s puzzling divergence, “I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling,” Joy Division’s singer, Ian Curtis, seeks to simply inhabit the (unknown) “pleasures of a normal man.”  Yet a kind of manic fright takes hold in “Disorder,” as commonplace yearnings perpetually escape his grasp. With the music as both a reminder of chaos and source of familiar patterns, Curtis attempts to definitively parse the gap between [having] the spirit and [losing] the feeling.

When first encountering the song, some may glance past the title, “Disorder,” despite its connection to multiple scaffolds of interpretation. In our review of “Digital,” we noted that Curtis dealt with severe medical conditions and regrettably took his own life. But the “disrepair” in this song may ultimately reside within a society that cannot “spare the insults” aimed at someone who might contend with an “ill-fitting” condition; notably, the same society also abandoned the “no man’s land” of decaying working class neighborhoods. Before the emphatic plea of the song’s finish, Curtis touches on, perhaps, an unresolved romantic disconnection, pledging “we will meet again.”

Curtis and his bandmates thus racket a variety of concepts — societal estrangement, urban decay, interpersonal rift — toward a ringing outcome. We imagine the setting of this song caught between the indifferent showers of sodium lamps, a dissonant nocturnal landscape where “lights are flashing, cars are crashing.” By affirming his abiding “spirit,” Curtis would seem to underscore a percentage of piety (or righteousness) yet the clipped language — “I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling” — further emphasizes the tragic dashing of this vulnerability. By shouting “feeling” seven times at the conclusion of “Digital,” Curtis may be challenging all of us to be “permeable.”


“Disorder” steeps itself in the lyrics of alienation as the singer
attempts to wring meaning from the blight surrounding him.   

Coda

There is, of course, an “intangible” when it comes to the greatness of Joy Division. It may have to do with surprising variations in technique, as with the musicians — Peter Hook (bass), Stephen Morris (drums), and Bernard Sumner (guitar) — compelling their instruments to speak in idioms that reimagine our radial pulses. It may have to do with the unvarnished character of Curtis’s voice as well as his propensity for awkward (but beguiling) dances at the microphone. Songs like “Disorder” and “Digital” (in addition to other Joy Division masterpieces) burrow into us with the “acids of outrage” as well as asymmetrical “maps of grief.” A glimmering system of points, equal parts diffraction, timbre, chordal, voicings, traces. Echoes without a source.

Mark Lanegan

The greatly under-celebrated Mark Lanegan    
may have led the greatest cover of “Disorder.”

Joy Division / “Disorder” / Lyrics and Discography


I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
Lose sensations, spare the insults, leave them for another day
I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away 

It’s getting faster, moving faster now, it’s getting out of hand
On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it’s a no man’s land
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again
I’m watching you, I’m watching, oh, I’ll take no pity from your friends
Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now?
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know

I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling
I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling!

Discography
Joy Division. “Disorder.” Unknown Pleasures, Factory FAC-10, “Outside” track 1. Manchester, England (1979). Personnel: Ian Curtis (vocals), Peter Hook (bass), Stephen Morris (drums), and Bernard Sumner (guitar). Compositional credit: Joy Division.


TOP 10 WASHINGTON, D.C. SWANSEA CITY HOOLIGAN MOMENTS: A PHOTO ESSAY.

 

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     Key to the photos:

     1. The legendary “f off kid” incident
     2. All the hooligans @ Chez Sausages on Derby Day
     3. O City, said I (a)
     4. Not “tomato juice—neat” exactly
     5. Tight and respectable, as they say
     6. Before “The Towering Inferno?”
     7. “CVMbaya” (sic)
     8. Getting some “Vitta-min” D on the roof
     9. O City, said I (b)
    10. A greatly wounded bottle of Penderyn


The OG in these pictures would be Doug Lang, of course, born in Swansea and responsible for setting the hooligan mayhem in motion. We miss him dearly. At present, the Swans reside in the “Championship,” or one level below the Prem. “Up the Swans!” therefore, if not this season, then next, or the season after that, or the season after that, #YJB, #STID.

Still Swansea.