Joy Division

"I know someone who works in a record shop where I live and I'll go in there and he'll play me "Have you heard this single?". Singles by, er the group called The Tights, so an obscure thing... and a group called, I think, er Bauhaus, a London group. That's one single. There's no one I completely like that I can say "Well I've got all this person's records. I think he's great" or "This group's records" it's just, again, odd things. " - Ian Curtis

Ian Curtis died at 23 on 18 May 1980 which coincidentally was the same day that Mt. St. Helens erupted with 24 megatons of thermal energy. Out of the ashes of Joy Division arose New Order which went on to become a 1980's and 1990's producer of consistently great albums.

Both Joy Division albums, "Closer (1980)" and "Unknown Pleasures (1979)" have become classics and the original copies extremely collectible. Both have been re-issued in recent years on 180g vinyl with true to the original packaging.

In March 2018 their extended play "An Ideal For Living" sold on Discogs for an astounding $3387 !!

Another interesting item released is the 1980 Komakino flexi disc. I just happen to have an extra copy which I've owned since it was released and you can acquire it for yourself below.


Listen to "The Eternal" from Closer by Joy Division
(lyrics below)

Komakino (flexi disc) new old stock - mint condition flexi disc in plain sleeve

Substance 1987 - New Order (cassette tape) used - very good condition - tested

Procession moves on, the shouting is over, Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, Scattering flowers washed down by the rain. Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden, Watching them pass like clouds in the sky, Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, Possessed by a fury that burns from inside. Cry like a child, though these years make me older, With children my time is so wastefully spent, A burden to keep, though their inner communion, Accept like a curse an unlucky deal. Played by the gate at the foot of the garden, My view stretches out from the fence to the wall, No words could explain, no actions determine, Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.