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You lot nervous or what?

The next band of the night, folks:

Warsaw!

You all forgotten Rudolf Hess?

Ian, it's 400 pound.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I know, but...

The band are gonna pay us back.

OK.

Let's have a baby.

OK.

Four hundred quid.

What are you lot called again?

We were Warsaw.

Now we're Joy Division.

Excuse me, but what happened

to Slaves of Venus?

OK.

- All right. Joy Division's good.

- Joy Division, eh?

What's all that about?

It's the name of a brothel German

soldiers used during World War II.

Well, whatever. Studio's yours.

And it folds up to hold the record.

Have a look.

Yeah, it's good that, Bernard.

Thought-provoking.

That's right. Her name's Corrine Lewis.

Is 2.45 Thursday all right?

OK, then, Mr Mathers,

she'll see you then.

Bye.

Done. He sounds keen.

I'll get some water.

When you're looking at life

in a strange new room

Maybe drowning soon

Is this the start of it all?

I'd never stand for that.

What?

Being called something like

"the Buzzcocks".

What are you on about?

I don't know. I don't mind the Buzz,

but calling themselves C*cks.

I don't get it.

They're not calling themselves

the C*cks, are they?

They're calling themselves

the Buzzcocks.

Still got the word "cock" in it, though.

Just saying I wouldn't stand for it,

that's all.

Shh!

They were the Buzzcocks.

If you didn't know, well, now you do.

- As you'll soon know about these lot...

- That's us!

... a Manchester band called

Joy Division. This is an EP,

An Ideal for Living.

And that wraps it up for tonight.

Keep the music coming in. Next week

we have The Clash, live in the studio.

We've just been on telly, lads.

So is Tony Wilson a fan,

then, or what?

That was bollocks.

He didn't even say if he liked it

or anything.

- 'Course he liked it.

- Well, how do you know?

He waved it

in front of camera like that.

Forget the record.

He's got to put us on.

Hiya.

There he is.

Um, just orange juice, please.

Go on, tell him.

OK, how are you?

You're gonna go out there,

it's all gonna be fine.

You're not up there having a wank, OK?

Think.

You're a twat, you are.

You're a bastard.

Am I? Why is that?

Because you haven't

put us on television.

Well, then, you'll be the next band

I'll put on, darling.

F***in' right we're going on

before your band, twat!

Your band ain't even

a real f***in' band.

- F*** off.

- Hooky'll do your head in.

F*** off!

That was superb, that, lads.

It really was.

I've not seen a reaction like that

since George Best got kicked out

for blasting a bouncer.

I know how you can be better...

like that.

- Go on, then.

- Simple. You employ me.

You play, I manage.

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