Cuttings

NME - NO GLOW IN THE GYM NEW ORDER London Michael Sobell Centre THIS VENUE - a hangar-Sized indoor sports complex — seemed unwittingly appropriate as Manchester's perennial championship challengers left the platform of this ‘gigs for jobs do. The stagefront rowdies were a Kop-style sea of waving arms demanding. and getting. an encore; albeit an embarrassed ‘Happy Birthday for Gillian and a headspinning drag-strip chicken run through ‘Temptation’ - last one to the coda's a cock rock crowdpleaser! Meanwhile. further back in the vast brick and parquet echo chamber, less enthralled mortals contented themselves with outbreaks of the traditional ‘fuck off you Northern bastards'. New Order had achieved a hard earned draw away from home. A result, Brian. The boo boys had no case. OK. so the set was ragged and rattled, often only kept mobile by the grim ferocity of Hook's pighead macho playing — only Burnel has ever been allowed to play rock bass this dominant, t