The band seems secure enough about letting a producer as willful as Baker get his hands on their sound, although, says Morris, "We're not Play-Doh." Yet producer Martin Hannett was given nearly as much credit as the band for Joy Division's records and for all but the latest New Order recordings. Hannett admits that the smashing, lively drum sound on the records was his contribution. "I made it go bang!" he says of Joy Division.
With Hannett, they worked at Strawberry Studio in Manchester, the city where the band members had held assorted jobs after finishing school – Bernard as an artist at a cartoon studio, Stephen in a textile mill and Peter Hook (whom they call Hooky) on the docks. And it was in Manchester that the three joined with Ian Curtis in 1976 for their first group, Warsaw (after a Bowie song, "Warsawa"), with little but punk inspiration. "It all started with the Sex Pistols. They could play terribly, and so could we!" says Morris delightedly. By 1977, they were calling themselves Joy Division.
They had little technical proficiency on their instruments, but a tiny independent company called Factory Records signed them anyway, on the strength of the impression they'd made on the label's founder, Tony Wilson. "In early '78, I went to this gig in Manchester where every local band played. Fifteen bands played, and I thought, 'None of these is really it,'" Wilson recalls. "Then Joy Division came onstage and played two numbers. And I thought to myself that the reason they're different is that they're onstage because they have something to say. The other bands are onstage because they want to be musicians. It's as different as chalk and cheese."
In what he calls "the look in their eyes, the tunes they played, their style of music." Wilson saw something special. So did Martin Hannett, who taught them how to use a studio. "Ideally, a group should produce itself," says Hannett, "but when I met them, they were too young – they hadn't acquired any of those skills." He has ended his association with New Order now, and they produced the latest album themselves.
Like the other records they've made, the new album does not identify the band members or credit a particular player's contribution. This is part of New Order's philosophy: they oppose the "cult of personality" that infects rock & roll. You buy a record with music on it, why should you be interested in who's playing what?, they argue. "It's the group, not my name apart from the group," says Morris. They also frequently refuse to be photographed: part of the reason is the anti-personalities thing, the other is plain self-consciousness. All in all, they prefer to concentrate on the work, the music.
While Joy Division's lyrics were penned by Ian Curtis, New Order collaborates on the words to the songs. "We work loosely," says keyboard player Gillian Gilbert, 21 (the others are all twenty-six or twenty-seven). She claims she was hired on the strength of her ability to play "Jingle Bells." "It can be a month before a song happens," she says.
"Fate writes the lyrics, we do the rest," says Morris of their rehearsals, which take place in a room next to a cemetery. They say it's a creepy place, their neighboring graveyard, that would make a great location for a gothic-horror video. In fact, they've just bought their rehearsal hall from the gas company, and they'd like to turn it into a recording studio someday. The building cost a lot, they say, but that's what they do with their money – put it back into the band, buying state-of-the-art equipment and paying for the constant instrument repairs. They pay themselves only seventy pounds – roughly $110 – per week.
It may seem a pittance for a rock star to live on, but the members of New Order have rather modest hobbies, and solitary ones at that. Bernard likes to go for drives in his car and has a home computer; Peter goes scrambling on his motor bike; Gillian tends to a pet hamster; and Stephen fusses with graphics on his small computer. Bernard and Peter also go to concerts, socializing a bit, on Saturday nights; but Gillian and Stephen are "occupied with knocking down a wall and building it back up."
They also like to read, says Stephen: "Bernard's a slow, book-a-year reader, Hooky likes Scott Fitzgerald, Gillian really likes a book called The Serpent's Song, and I like Dostoevski, he's really funny." They are not a group that is taken with politics. Nobody voted in the last election, Morris believes.
Most of their time seems to go to New Order, at the cemetery-rehearsal hall. A perfectly gloomy setting for a band that continues to market in glum stuff, some would say. "People are welcome to see us as whatever they want," says Morris. "If we're gloomy to them, we are. I'm not going to say, 'No, you've got it wrong, we're something else.' People associate death, gloom, suicide with us, but it's an albatross.
"We are not deliberately trying to get across the mood of the times," he adds. "We're not talking the unemployment blues."
Their rehearsal hall is just a short trip to the southern reaches of Manchester proper, where they all live, having grown up in nearby Salford and Macclesfield. Asked if the members of the group have been friends for long, Morris sighs. This is a band that carries a heavy history around with it. "We weren't friends a long time," he says, "but we're old friends now."
This story is from the September 15th, 1983 issue of Rolling Stone.
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