'A sound that reflected the dark edges of the city, a rock that rejected all known forms of rocking, that transformed Peter Hook's bass into lead instrument, that moved with the clanks and clunks of mechanised industry, that smashed glass and suggested the swish of cars on night's rainy streets, that made you believe that it was the desolate, echoey noise of the thoughts inside Ian Curtis's head.'
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