I am completely horrified to admit this, but I actually don’t mind this song. It coincides well with my intricate escapist fantasy of moving to a blustery and remote English town, whereupon my entering the local watering hole I encounter a pack of parka clad kids dancing House of Pain style to the entire Joy Division catalog. Immediately things get all “Gabba gabba we accept you, we accept you, one of us,” and we are disgruntled Joy Division superfan friends for life. Although, upon further consideration, Joy Division’s musical output does not lend itself to the type of jubilant and frantic bouncing I’m envisioning for the dance floor. Okay, I’ll work on that part of the scenario…

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