The brief, ill fated life of Ian Curtis is a tale of sex, drugs and rock’n’roll but a far cry from the hedonistic excess we associate with this lifestyle option.
The sex is either of a joyless marital or guilty extra-marital variety.
The drugs are on prescription to contain Curtis’ epilepsy with a shopping list of debilitating side effects.
The ‘rock’n’roll’ is bleak and doom laden. Continue reading
