New Order "Bizarre Love Triangle" Review

THEY SPEAK WELL OF YOU, TOO, DESSA

NEW ORDER: Bizarre Love Triangle 

(Factory)

I'm sitting here wondering if I can be a hit forward with New Order, wondering if I could just lean across to them - in a plane, in a train, perhaps in a tavern, if that's convenient - if I could just lean across to them and say, 'You know who you guys remind me of? Those idiots in asylums who can play Mozart if you promise them an extra hour's worth of TV'. Cranial types are so busy brainbusting over this band's glacial ur-harmonies and deceptively high foreheads that they fail to see how spazzy New Order are.

Probably none of this is news, but it's a curious gift these people have, like being able to play three-dimensional chess with one hand and throw buns at Miss World with the other.

'Bizarre Love Triangle' is nowhere near the 'Blue Monday' they need - it's too backward-looking for that, and not needling enough - but nevertheless inspires great shakes to go out and buy the thing. A hit, certainly, and a durable one.

Meanwhile, twilight toucheth not England's treasures, who are probably even now doing a spot of testicle-grabbing in the Genius Pavilion.