For Unknown Pleasures we’d go in with our list of songs. We’d set up the instruments, sound check, “Right, ‘Disorder.’ ” We’d play “Disorder.” “Is that all right, Martin?” “No, didn’t like it. Try it slower but faster. Meaner but kinder.” We’d look at each other like, Oh, do fuck off. We’d play “Disorder” again. “How was that, Martin?” “That was better, yeah, a bit on the buttery side but fine; we’ll go with that one.”
