Cuttings

EVERYTHING IN ORDER NEW ORDER WEMBLEY ARENA YOU KNOW a band has made it when the people sitting at the back are in a different postal district to the stage. New Order are overwhelmingly a boys band and the Wembley Arena is a riot of colour in a thousand different shades of grey. People are being forced to drink Hofmeister out of bottles and buy sweatshirts for £20. It seems unlikely that anything close and frail and secret could go on in the middle of so much ugliness. but it does. New Order take a little while to adjust to being dropped into an air hanger but when they do Mr Albrecht is a post-apocalypse Nick Heyward with a mighty catalogue of tunes to show off, from the sinuous twangings of yesteryear to today‘s wistful Eurodisco. The songs are stretched so tight you worry they‘re going to snap, but they never do, balanced all clean and metallic in a uniform chrome glare on top of that marvellous empty biscuit tin drum sound. My favourite bit is when the guitar comes flailin