I must have listened to this album nonstop for a whole year — my senior year of high school. Another bootleg cassette purchase from my favorite Blok M shopping district in Jakarta. Every night, after arguing with my sister about whose turn it was on our old school Sony Walkman, I’d crank Power Corruption & Lies and lie in bed, the lights turned out, drifting into sleep. Because the Walkman had an auto-reverse feature, I’d sometimes listen to the album on an endless loop only to find the batteries had died by the time I woke up to get ready for school.

The cassette started with Blue Monday which is actually the fifth track on the legit album, but I didn’t know or care. The whole album struck a chord with me — bad musical pun — it wallowed in a grey, hazy cloud of electronic beats and synths, punctuated by heartfelt lyrics, anchored by Peter Hook’s bass lines. It reminded me of rays of sunlight struggling to penetrate dark clouds after a storm… or something. Full of hope but also weary of the world, as only a teenager understands.

Without PC&L I think I never would have explored dance music, remixes or club culture. It led me backwards in time to Joy Division and the whole 24 hour party people scene that was 1980s Manchester. This was and remains a hugely influential work.