Joy Division is probably more important to me than any other group, but the band are ill-served by this hastily assembled mix of Morley's flat, prosaic early writing, and, worse still, his pompous later musings - his attempt to mimic the style of JG Ballard's Atrocity Exhibition is particularly risible. His specialty is to say something vacuous and then paraphrase himself three times. Many of the pieces are repetitious, some barely mention the band at all. What they have in common is that they are chiefly about the writer himself.
I've enjoyed some of Morley's writing in the past, and found his Words and Music book largely infuriating, but with some glimmer of wit, but this is a waste of time. There is more of worth in the 2-3 pages Simon Reynolds writes about the band in the brilliant Rip It Up... than there is in this entire book.