While punk had started
to encounter credibility issues, The Clash were evidently quite determined to
be taken seriously, and in many respects, London Calling, with its underlying
political posturing and unashamedly direct social commentary, established a
template that many a post-punk contender would seek to adopt or emulate over
the course of the following decade.
What should also
be recalled is that the band were still a few years away from fully breaking
through in the USA at this stage, and despite the album essentially being
conceived in the States, London Calling retains a sense of Englishness that by
default or by design still defined them. Make no mistake, even if they’d given
this album a different title, the content would still evoke imagery of dark/wet
grimy back streets, multicultural high-rise housing estates, rampant
social injustice, and varying degrees of street violence.
When Combat Rock
came out some three years later, with its plethora of US-chart breaking hit
singles and stadium anthems, much of that tone and character was long gone and
The Clash were headed for mainstream glory, concert tours, and extravagant pay
days galore. It might be said, for all of their eventual popularity on the New
World side of the Atlantic, by the time they belatedly achieved it, The Clash
had already lost the very edge and points of difference that made the band so vital
in the first place. It is hardly surprising a somewhat painful split was just
around the corner.
So London Calling
captures the true essence of The Clash, and any newcomer should start right
here. The raw energy of the highly charged and almost threatening title track
opens the album and that track itself remains perhaps the best example of what
made the band so special. But look out too for the universal rockabilly
influences on ‘Brand New Cadillac’. The ever-present Jamaican reggae vibes of
‘Guns Of Brixton’, ‘Rudie Can’t Fail’, and ‘Revolution Rock’. The similarly
political overtones on the otherwise catchy ‘Spanish Bombs’. The simple funk of
closer ‘Train In Vain’. Plus, what is, in my opinion, the album’s coup de
grace, ‘Clampdown’, one of the best anti-working-for-the-man anthems ever
committed to vinyl.
And all of that,
before I even start to tell you how truly great that album cover is …
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