Thursday, December 22, 2022

Classic Album Revisited: The Clash - The People’s Hall (1982/2022)

Craig Stephen on the bonus album released when Combat Rock gained its obligatory 40th anniversary deluxe spurs in 2022:

Here at everythingsgonegreen we really need no excuse to review a Clash album … even when we’ve done it before. So, yes, I have reviewed Combat Rock, the last great Clash album, and you can read that here.

But the album’s re-release comes with an additional collection, The People’s Hall, recorded around the same time, but has been kept under wraps until now.

People’s Hall has been dubbed a cash-in and a luxury item for collectors. I’d say otherwise. Having played this several times I’d say it is a collection that stands on its own. Yes, it is a mixed bag and the snapshots of chitter chatter from the crowd outside a gig (‘Outside Bonds’) could really have been ditched, but that’s the exception to the rule. This is well worth buying even if you have Combat Rock already. 

Here's the condensed backstory: in December 1980 The Clash released the beguiling and beautiful triple album Sandinista! and in May and June of the following year played what would become a 17-show residency at New York’s Bond’s Casino to promote it. Those shows have gone down in musical history.

Before a tour of Asia, the band rehearsed and recorded at The People’s Hall in London, from where 11 of the tracks were recorded (the exception being ‘Outside Bonds’, obviously). It’s the bridging period between Sandinista! and Combat Rock, and you can discern the development going on. Some of the tracks were re-recorded for Combat Rock or ended up on B-sides; some were taken no further.

‘This Is Radio Clash’ was released as a single at the end of 1981. This version, which effectively opens People’s Hall, contains slightly different lyrics. Apart from that it doesn’t differ greatly from the single version. But the original version of ‘Know Your Rights’ veers greatly from the Combat Rock take. While all the crucial elements are there Strummer sings the lyrics straight, but on the finished version he sounds more mocking, and the guitars are edgier. I’d say they tidied it up pretty neatly for the version that the world knows now and gave it a new interpretation.

 Among the highlights is an extended and looser version of ‘Sean Flynn’ (Errol Flynn’s son who disappeared in south-east Asia while working as a photojournalist). As I listen to this particular track I feel I am being transported to the rail tracks and fields in rural Thailand where the photo session for the Combat Rock cover was taken. It’s magnificent, it feels as if The Doors are in Saigon having a jam session and letting it all out. 

‘Futura 2000’ draws from sessions with New York’s graffiti artist of the same name, revealing some raw and ready proto hip hop and contains one straight bassline played endlessly to great effect. ‘Radio One’ allows reggae great Mikey Dread to do his own, inimitable thing, ‘Midnight To Stevens’ is a tribute to bonkers producer Guy Stevens, and there’s tracks like ‘Long Time Jerk’ and ‘First Night Back In London’ that were relegated to B-sides when they deserved much better. Add in the instrumental ‘He Who Dares or Is Tired’ and you have something of a party punch. That was never served up to revellers.

At the same time The Clash worked with The Beat’s resident toaster Ranking Roger for versions of ‘Rock the Casbah’ and ‘Red Angel Dragnet’, both of which were omitted from People’s Hall and issued as a stand-alone single to fleece more money out of Clash fans.

People’s Hall was a working project for a new album but Combat Rock was the second life of a rolling project, with Mick Jones’ intention to have the band’s fifth album stretch to over an hour and be called Rat Patrol from Fort Bragg. The Clash were always drawn to different sounds and their love of reggae is renowned but this album would have been expanded to soak in Jones’ love for New York funk and hip-hop, and dub. 

The band and its mercurial/autocratic manager Bernie Rhodes instantly dismissed it. Jones was gutted and barely attended the remix sessions, which is understandable as he would be witnessing another producer, Glyn Johns, slash and burn his cherished work to create what we have now as Combat Rock. Rat Patrol has since been bootlegged to hell and back but it still needs to be given a full and official release. Why it hasn’t is a mystery given so much unreleased Clash material has already been resurrected.

Nevertheless, while you wait, indulge in this intriguing bonus album which, despite what some critics might say, offers another side of The Clash and takes the listener to another time and world, to the emerging hip-hop scene, to post-war Vietnam, and to … well, wherever you want to be.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Gig Review: The Sisters of Mercy @ Hunter Lounge, Wellington, 26 October 2022

They say you should never meet your heroes. The idea being that they seldom live up to expectation and it often only ever results in disappointment. Sometimes, a variation on that old adage can be applied to seeing your favourite bands perform live. More so, if you’re seeing the band for the first time, some 35 years after their feted heyday.

Such was the case when The Sisters of Mercy played at the Hunter Lounge in Wellington on Wednesday night. Maybe I just expected too much. Perhaps it was because I was a little too sober. I’d read and heard mostly positive reviews of the band’s Auckland set the night prior, and felt confident that Sisters v.22 would match my own not unreasonable expectations.

All I wanted was the “hits”, some atmosphere, the requisite quota of melodramatic darkness, and a decent light show. Not too much to ask.

What we got was somewhat less than all of the above. Sure, we got the biggest hits (hits, in context of the 1980s indie charts), but we also got a lot of new-ish, unreleased material - around 50 percent of the set list - which ultimately failed to stir the loins, and virtually all of the hits felt a lot less than the sum of their original parts.

When the set opened with ‘Don’t Drive on Ice’, a relative newbie which wouldn’t have been out of place on the band’s faux-metal Vision Thing album, it felt a little bit like hearing a very good karaoke replica. The sound was thin, a little tinny even, and I felt certain the volume inside the packed venue was somehow muted, if not a little muddy. Surely they’ll amp things up and sort out the mix?

But no, nothing changed as we weaved our way through a 20-something strong set list. Newer tunes were dispersed at regular intervals, easily the best of which was ‘But Genevieve’, alongside a run of better known work which included a lightweight ‘Alice’, ‘Marian’, ‘More’, ‘Detonation Boulevard’ and The Sisterhood epic, ‘Giving Ground’, which briefly had me upping my inner goth to feet shuffling and head-nod mode. Nothing really pulsated my chest or buckled my knees.

I was pleased Vision Thing’s slower-paced sleeper gem ‘I Was Wrong’ was included, but by this time I was despairing a little too much for main man Andrew Eldritch, his once majestically deep baritone now a mere shadow, replaced in 2022 with a sort of unhappy-go-lucky growl.

When the time for an obligatory encore arrived, the band did appear to up the ante a bit, perhaps in anticipation that their night’s work was almost done, and versions of ‘Lucretia, My Reflection’, ‘Temple of Love’, and ‘This Corrosion’ were as good as could be expected, given the rest of the night.

I get that sometimes a band can become tour-worn and jaded. I get that a band can fall prone to merely phoning-in a performance on occasion. And I get that a band wants to introduce new work to an audience ostensibly there to celebrate the stuff they already know.

But the gig just lacked “soul”. There was no real sense of authenticity. Both guitarists could well have been cutouts from a Sisters tribute act, and Eldritch himself was fairly underwhelming as a posturing frontman just going through the motions. Almost like he was trying to resist the urge to take the piss out of himself and failing badly. And yes, I appreciate that you can’t ever take this genre too seriously … and sometimes you should never meet your heroes.

PS. The support act was Brisbane duo Elko Fields, a curious mix of the White Stripes and The Kills’ aesthetic, and they played about half a dozen raucous songs to an enthusiastic reception.

Photos: @nothingelseon, thanks bro.

Sunday, October 16, 2022

Classic Album (and boxset) Review: The Redskins - Neither Washington Nor Moscow (1986/2022 reissue)

The Redskins’ one and only album is a soul-punk classic burning with passion, hope and socialism. It was nothing like any other album of its time, but it’s message resonates in a difficult and troubled time now as much as it did on its initial release.

As depressing as Thatcher’s Britain was in the high unemployment and devastated industrial communities of the 1980s, there was an alternative. In music it began with The Beat’s ‘Stand Down Margaret’ and continued throughout the dirty decade from the likes of the Style Council, The Smiths, Linton Kwesi Johnson and Billy Bragg. The Redskins were at the forefront of the alternative to big hair, spandex trousers and me-first attitudes. They were about solidarity, peace, and anti-racism. This Yorkshire-born three-piece were opinionated, committed and musically brilliant who, in terms of cutting edge polemic and absolute confidence in their beliefs, have rarely if ever been bettered.

 The skinhead three-piece was fronted by Chris Dean, a sometime NME scribe who was inspired by Joe Strummer, who was accompanied by drummer Nick King, and bassist Martin Hewes. Changing their name from No Swastikas to Redskins in 1982, they moved to London and released their debut single in July of that year.

Their emergence was timed perfectly. In 1979 Margaret Thatcher’s Conservative Party won a parliamentary majority and soon began the dismantling of heavy industry, resulting in huge job losses and devastated communities. Most of this occurred in the north, in places like Yorkshire where The Redskins were formed. Fascism and far-right activity was lurking around and the band hated that lot too.

In the early days, The Redskins were more punk than soul. ‘Peasant Army’ contained an inflammatory, angry chorus and was a rousing anthem of optimism. It was as good as, if not better than, the a-side, ‘Lev Bronstein’, who was otherwise known as revolutionary leader Leon Trotsky. Another single was released on CNT in 1983, ‘Lean On Me!’ / ‘Unionize!’ (they loved punctuality), and again the b-side was as good as it’s supposed superior. CNT was an independent label that released early singles for the likes of Sisters of Mercy and The Mekons, and took its name from the confederation of anarcho-syndicalist unions in Spain.

‘Lean On Me’, was a paean to working-class solidarity (“together we’ve a world to win”), and was described by the NME as a “modern soul classic”; Then came further singles ‘Keep On Keepin’ On!’, ‘Bring it Down! (This Insane Thing)’ - a minor chart hit no less, and ‘Kick Over the Statues’. 

‘Keep On Keepin’ On!’ was released at the height of the miner’s strike, with the band at their most prolific, playing benefit gigs around the country and beyond in support of the men and their families who were baton charged, jailed, harassed and ostracised just for defending their jobs. The a-side solemnly noted “Can’t remember such a bitter time/ The boss says jump, the workers fall in line/ They whip us into line with the threat of the dole.”

A raft of singles had been issued over four years but where was the album? That curious anomaly was finally rectified in 1986 when Neither Washington Nor Moscow was issued on Decca. It was something of a greatest hits collection with several of the singles included with just a handful of new tracks.

The album title came from the masthead of the Socialist Worker newspaper, the organ of the SWP which the band were devoted members of. Their support for this small Trotskyist party was unwavering: a speech by Tony Cliff, its de facto leader, was used on one track. Neither Washington Nor Moscow is pretty much the perfect record – 12 tracks, not a single filler, it’s the sound of Detroit meeting Leeds. It rolled The Specials, The Jam, The Impressions, Dexy’s Midnight Runners, and The Supremes into one, and it worked a treat. The anger was channelled magnificently and ‘Kick Over the Statues’ has proved to be prophetic. “Kick over the statues/ And the tyrants die/ Wave bye bye with a hammer/ To their heroes.”

Similarily, the lyrics to ‘It Can Be Done’ could have been written anytime in the past ten years or so: “Hunger of the 30s/ Hunger of the 30s back again/ And the rich still rich/ And the poor still the same as they ever were/ And it seems to me/ We're still not learning from our history.”

Listening to the album in its entirety it seems the answers are so simple … solidarity, unions, strikes, demonstrations, and not backing down. Voting for Neil Kinnock’s Labour Party just wasn’t an option. But, of course, the world isn’t as straightforward as that, and if it was we’d probably be living in a very different society just now.

And as bolshy as it is, it also seems Redskins are just trying too hard. Too hard in telling us the world’s problems which we can all figure out; too hard telling us go on the demo on Saturday, to buy the Socialist Worker newspaper and to persuade all our friends to join us. 

A few months after the album was released the band broke up, not through arguments about the musical direction they should take, but the political stance they should or shouldn’t pursue. Dean’s desire was to write love songs, which was highly ironic given his political outlook. Hewes was less enthusiastic about the idea and believed there was still a battle to fight with Thatcher still in power.

Dean disappeared from the music scene completely and apparently was living a near-hermit existence in Paris and then in York. Releases during the following three decades were limited to a live album, a re-release of the studio album, and a compilation of rarities on a hardcore punk label based in Canada.

 Recently, a four-disk boxset of Neither Washington Nor Moscow was issued by Cherry Red records. At last Redskins’ soul-funk n punk classic was given the royal, expanded treatment. It pretty much contains everything the band did – the album, b-sides, BBC session tracks, extended and alternative versions, live gigs, rarities, demos and bootleg material including some by the first incarnation of the band, No Swastikas. It had the bloody lot and more, and if you wanted to hear the “break mix” of ‘Unionize!’ then you could. The b-sides are all excellent, including ‘You Want It? They’ve Got It!’ which must have been a contender for inclusion on the studio album. All the early singles are here too, and what a joy it is to hear again the likes of ‘Lev Bronstein’ and ‘Unionize!’ …

Their split was timely, perhaps. Given that Neither Washington Nor Moscow contained only a few new tracks and was full of previously-released singles, they may have been struggling for motivation by 1986. They wouldn’t have been spoilt for inspiration had they continued. Thatcher continued her divide and rule tactics, and the Poll Tax, which meant people on the dole paid the same on their council house as a millionaire on his mansion, would have provided a jolt in the arm at the end of the 1980s.

Redskins left on a high, with a wonderful legacy of a back catalogue full of spiky, punk-soul classics that made an impression on, maybe a small amount of people, but people who generally took on their ideals, of using art in politics and of not allowing the bastards you grind you down. Keep on keeping on indeed.

Sunday, May 29, 2022

The Heartland of The The

Craig Stephen offers a part-album review, part career overview of Matt Johnson’s extraordinary The The:

In 1986 the airwaves were blasting out an aural pollution of chart-friendly guff by the likes of Whitney Houston, Chris de Burgh, Berlin, Sinitta and Level 42. Australian soap opera actors, Page Three models and soft rock acts all added to the agony. It was safe, bland and apolitical.

Into this quagmire of mediocrity came a song by a band that stated that Britain was a territorial outpost of the United States and that Thatcherism was evil. “This is the 51st state of the Yooo Esss Ayyy,” sang Matt Johnson, the frontman and writer of the band magnificently monikered The The.

While only a minor hit in the UK, the single had an immense effect on the likes of myself and others crying out for something different. Lyrics like this were just so far out of the mainstream loop, offering an alternative view of the supposed “greed is good” manifesto punted to a country riven by class division, the deliberate destruction of traditional industries, and the huge increases in levels of unemployment.

“This is the place, where pensioners are raped/ And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state/ Let the poor drink the milk while the rich eat the honey/ Let the bums count their blessings while they count the money,” went one verse and it was hard to disagree with any of it.

‘Heartland’ was the teaser single from The The’s third album, Infected, released in the same year to massive acclaim. Infected only contained eight songs but every single one was a thing of beauty. No fillers on this baby.

On ‘Sweet Bird of Truth’, another single, albeit not a chart botherer, Johnson took on the troubles of the Middle East and specifically America’s military encroachment there. It begins with a mock radio conversation between a pilot and radio control in which the use of napalm is requested and approved.

The album took Johnson to another level. He’d released two early albums, one resolutely experimental and in his name alone; the other, Soul Mining, a classic of the early 80s, containing two exceptional singles, ‘This Is The Day’ and ‘Uncertain Smile’. Soul Mining was an odd collection for the time, rooted in post-punk but featuring synthesisers - the weapon of choice of the New Romantics - and contained touches of the nascent New York club scene. It was critically acclaimed for its uniqueness but sold little, however subsequent reissues have sold well, a testament to its timeless qualities.

 On Infected, Johnson was frustrated with the way the world was swinging behind neoliberalism and the betrayal of the working class, especially in the track ‘Angels of Deception’.

Jesus Wept, Jesus Christ/ I can't see for the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes/ Well, what's a man got left to fight for/ When he's bought his freedom/ By the look of this human jungle/ It ain't just the poor who'll be bleeding …”

Matt Johnson was the centre point for the band and the album, and drummer Dave Palmer was the only other regular musician to be part of the team. There are cameo appearances for Neneh Cherry (pre-‘Buffalo Stance’), Orange Juice’s Zeke Manyika, the Astarti String Orchestra, and arrangers Andrew Poppy and Anne Dudley. It also featured Louis Jardine on percussion, and there’s credits for all sorts of people such as producer Warne Livesey and various engineers, but Johnson’s name is all over this.

To promote Infected, Johnson made a video for each track which cost about £350,000, a then unheard of amount for an act that hadn’t been active for over three years, had a cult following and were on an indie label, Some Bizarre. The film followed the track listing so it began with ‘Heartland’ which was shot at Greenwich Power Station in London. A chunk of the cost was due to the crew going into the Peruvian jungle to film, Johnson clearly not wanting to do things by halves. The indigenous people that the crew used as guides introduced Johnson and co to the hallucinogenic concoctions used in their tribal rituals, with predictable results. Johnson admitted that while he was completely out of it for the filming he was bitten by a monkey, cut a stranger with a knife in a bizarre blood brother ritual, and grappled with a snake. The opening scene of the title track has Johnson strapped to a chair on board a boat sailing down a river in the jungle.

‘Out of the Blue’ was partly shot in a New York brothel with police protecting the crew from the dealers inhabiting a neighbouring crack house. During the filming of ‘Twilight of a Champion’, Johnson placed a gun with live bullets in his mouth. Just for the hell of it.

Infected: The Movie was given a bona fide premiere, in London, and was aired twice on Channel 4 and later on MTV. A video was issued at the time but it is yet to be released on DVD. Both the album and the film received rave reviews from the then influential music press, with Melody Maker’s reviewer stating: “Kicking concepts of democratic creativity in the kidneys, Johnson has justifiably come out with a one-man vision of terrifying proportions” while the glossy Q magazine described the album as "grim stuff, with the lyrical tension well-matched by the music”, and picturing it as a collision between Soft Cell and Tom Waits. Which is uncanny as there is a strong Waits influence on Infected – particularly the vocal technique on ‘Sweet Bird of Truth’ – and Waits was touted and approached to be the record’s producer. 

The weekly Record Mirror felt that “What becomes clear, however, is that we are dealing with something special ... Infected might not be a particularly optimistic record, but it is rather a good one.”

As well as numerous appearances in the end-of-year album lists, Infected made Q’s 100 Greatest British Albums, 14 years after its release. The CD version accompanying the LP included three 12-inch remixes, but the 2002 remastered reissue didn’t even bother including those. It’s probably overdue a deluxe super special eight-edition release with free postcards.

The effect of such an ambitious project as Infected took its toll on the protagonist and he took a couple of years off. When he returned to the studio it was with a band, and the line-up included former Smiths guitarist Johnny Marr, James Eller from Julian Cope’s backing band and Palmer. This was certainly a marked deviation from the previous album. Less fancy instrumentation, more back-to-basics rock and pop. And again, eight tracks all stretching as far as Johnson could spin them in terms of the clock. Even the artwork was more in line with the move toward minimalism, a generally white cover with Johnson’s face jutting out. Could’ve been a Pet Shop Boys album if you didn’t look closely enough.

 Mind Bomb was still an excellent work and the title wasn’t too far off the mark. It was at times slow and required patience, but that fortitude would bear great fruit for the listener. ‘The Beat(en) Generation’ was a full-on pop song that made the Top 20 in Britain. Not that it was ever a radio-friendly fluffy DJ pleaser as the lyrics of the first few lines will attest.

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines/ Of this once proud nation/ Can you sense the fear and the hatred/ Growing in the hearts of its population/ And youth, oh youth, are being seduced/ By the greedy hands of politics and half truths.”

It may have been released in 1989 but those lyrics apply now in a country bitterly divided economically, socially and geographically.

While it wasn’t as loved by the critics as its predecessor, Mind Bomb remains one of the finest albums to carry The The’s name, with one writer observing that it was: "slow, expansive, looming into inexorable life with a rage that smouldered rather than flamed.”

Four years later The The were back, for the album Dusk, with the same line-up of Johnson, Marr, Eller and Palmer with various guest appearances, though no one with the profile of Sinead O’Connor who guested on one track from Mind Bomb.

It was something of a retreat in terms of Johnson’s usual ambitions; the lyrics were more apolitical and the arrangements more restrained. The singer sounded less heretical, shifting from the politics of the world to the politics of the individual, for example on ‘Lonely Planet’s chorus: “If you can't change the world, change yourself.”

There’s a sexual element to the album, and it’s hardly concealed: the single ‘Dogs of Lust’ hardly needs much explaining, but here’s a teaser: “When you're lustful/ When you're lonely/ And the heat is rising slowly.”

There’s love and desire all over the album but also a snippet of the subject matters so beloved of albums of yore. Back we go to ‘Lonely Planet’ and the closing line of the extended second chorus which, after numerous intonations of that call to change yourself, turns around to state: “And if you can't change yourself then change your world.”

The band was ditched for 1995’s Hanky Panky, a nod to the artist providing all 11 tracks – Hank Williams, writer of country and western standards such as ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’, ‘I Saw The Light’ and ‘Honky Tonkin’, all of which are covered by Johnson and his backing band of people with names like Reverend Brian McLeod and Gentleman Jim Fitting. That it was better received in the United States than the UK reveals the nature of the songs. But it was one for the devoted only. 

In the time since, The The has barely been heard. There’ve been occasional releases, such as the low-key bluesy Naked Self album from 2000 and a pair of new tracks for a compilation album 45 RPM: The Singles of The The. Then, for 14 long years, barely a peep, nothing much more than obscure soundtracks, download-only singles and a couple of one-off singles for Record Store Day. Late last year came The Comeback Special: Live at the Royal Albert Hall.

Whether the “comeback” is another one-off or a tangible return to the album-tour-acoustic radio session circuit remains to be seen. The brilliant ‘We Can’t Stop What’s Coming’ for Record Store Day 2017 suggests The The are still very capable of writing and recording excellent songs. But if there’s no new material I can still wallow in four fine albums of individuality and class.

Sunday, March 20, 2022

(This is not a) Classic Album Review: The Clash - Cut The Crap (1985)

Craig Stephen continues his extensive overview of The Clash and its wider musical legacy (see multiple posts about “solo” Joe Strummer and The Clash elsewhere on the blog):

And this is not a typical album review. You kind of can’t with something so universally despised by critics, dismissed by Clash fans, and even rejected by its creator. Cut the Crap truly was a disaster of epic proportions, a stinker extraordinaire that as a Clash fan myself I’ve only ever given one or two spins as the headaches proved too much.

Instead, this is the story behind the making of the worst punk record. The personality clashes, the sackings, the accelerated decline of the world’s best rock band of the time and the incredible mistakes propelled by egos and insecurity.

The decline of the Clash began, perhaps, in late 1982 when drummer Topper Headon, by then a caricature of a human being due to his Colombian-scale consumption of heroin, was sacked. A year later the band’s main songwriter Mick Jones was gone too. The two musicians in the band had left. And manager Bernie Rhodes, who could be credited with the band’s early success but also with sowing division, was now back at the helm. Joe Strummer turned to Rhodes’ ruthless situationist streak to cut out all the superfluous, superficial, middle class BS.

Pete Howard was first in, replacing Headon’s replacement Terry Chimes, while Jones was still in the band. Howard would soon take a call from a wired Strummer telling him he’d “sacked the stoned cunt” and demanding to know if he was on Jones’ or Strummer’s side. Howard, clearly knowing where the power lay, affirmed he was pro-Joe. Nick Sheppard, once the guitarist with pseudo punk band The Cortinas, was roped in first, followed by Gregory White whose name wasn’t rock’n’roll enough for the band so became Vince – after Vince Taylor. They were both replacements for Mick Jones.

The trigger for the album which was initially called Out of Control was the 1984 tour that featured several new tracks. These gigs signalled a return to punk rock, or Rebel Rock as it would be dubbed by the band. There would be no dub tracks, no soul-fun workouts, no kids singing … it would be all about the music, and they’d only play with Les Pauls.

The Clash were now a band but not a unit. Strummer and Paul Simonon the only other surviving member, were the new Clash; Howard, Sheppard and White were self-professed guns for hire, taking a weekly wage. And in time even Strummer and Simonon would become secondary to Rhodes’ inflated sense of worth.

A mini tour of California in January 1984 played to smaller venues than the stadiums that they had the year before, and was generally regarded as successful. While the classic Clash songbook prevailed, there was space for new songs like ‘Sex Mad War’, ‘Three Card Trick’ and ‘This is England’. A particularly impressive track, ‘In The Pouring Rain’ (it’s on the Future is Unwritten soundtrack), was aired at some gigs during 1984 but wasn’t included on the eventual album, presumably because it just didn’t fit.

With the return of a punk sound came the unwanted return of gobbing. Which at a Brixton Academy gig in March 1984 so incensed Strummer he threatened to kill someone. And wasn’t joking about it.

Strummer was sporting a Mohican – not quite à la The Exploited - and there was a militaristic ambience about this new act, including calling the new members recruits who were part of a platoon, rather than a band. There were dictums left, right, and centre and Howard equated it to being in a religious cult like the Moonies.

On a 10-day tour of Italy in the autumn of 1984 in aid of the Italian Communist Party, Strummer was absent from rehearsals and there was a single soundcheck, in which they hashed through ‘Be Bop A Lula’ before heading to the pub. Strummer was reportedly drinking two or three bottles of brandy a day.

It was a difficult time for Strummer after hearing that his mother and been diagnosed with terminal cancer, on top of his father dying at the beginning of the year. This led to the postponement of the recording of the appropriately titled Out of Control. With Strummer looking after his ailing mother, Rhodes took “complete control” and that was where it all began to go wrong. The recording of the album involved session musicians with actual members sidelined. Rhodes tinkered with it to his delight … to inevitable results.

Meantime, the band did a busking tour of the north of England in May 1985, stalking Welsh rockers The Alarm from gig to gig just to wind them up. The end came at a festival in Athens, Greece, sharing a bill with The Cure, The Stranglers, Depeche Mode and Culture Club, in July 1985.

 There was still a single and album to release, and due to a legal agreement the record label couldn’t avoid its duties even though they probably would have been keen to just ditch it and hope it went away. Which is what Strummer felt as he had left for Spain before ‘This Is England’ had been released as a single in September 1985. In Granada, Strummer produced an album for punk band 091 and worked with Spanish popstars Radio Futura. He even bought a Dodge car to drive around and eventually dump, and film-maker Nick Hall was so intrigued as to what happened with it he made an entire documentary around it, called I Need A Dodge. The film was of course a bit more about a mere car owned by a rock star: it told the tale of why Strummer went to Spain and what he did there.

Cut the Crap was released in November 1985 and as predicted by everyone was without exception derided. It was a messy, punk’n’hip hop ramble with incoherent, childlike lyrics and inane chants like We Are The Clash. None of it was coherent, none of it was pleasant listening, and the electronic drums were unbearable… And it really wasn’t punk rock. Only ‘This is England’, which was a brutal take-down of Thatcherism, greed and war, and ‘North and South’ escaped some of the savaging.

Strummer told his bandmates he was going to pen a hand-written admission of guilt in 1930s Soviet-style lettering saying he made the wrong decision. It was intended to go in all the still influential music weeklies such as NME, Sounds and Melody Maker, as well as The Guardian and wherever else. It never did appear.

It is easy to consider that this was a disastrous period for Strummer, Simonon and The Clash legacy, which was certainly tarnished by the misadventure but initially the band seemed to be doing something right. They were playing some good gigs and festivals, and the new songs didn’t sound like the lumpy, degenerate, half-baked monstrosities that they would become in Rhodes’ hands. The return to basics project after stadium tours and hob-nobbing with Michael Jackson’s manager and film stars was the right decision to make at the time. It was the execution that failed. It was tainted by Rhodes’ control freakery, the impact of family issues and bad decisions. Dealt with professionally, Cut the Crap or Out of Control as it more likely would have been called if Rhodes hadn’t had so much power, could well have been a decent album, made by people that actually wanted to make it work. One day someone will release the original demos.

'This Is England' ... 



Saturday, March 19, 2022

Album Review: Vietnam - This Quiet Room (2022)

There’s probably a fairly decent grassroots biopic or screenplay lurking within the minutiae of the Vietnam backstory.

From the band’s punky activist Wainuiomata roots in 1980, to live gigging in small suburban halls, to studio sessions which yielded one solitary EP, all the way through to a couple of high profile television appearances, Vietnam’s flame burned brightly if all-too briefly.

When the band broke up in 1985 they were destined to become a mere footnote in the storied history of Wellington’s 1980s post-punk scene. Until 2016, that is, when the eponymous EP was picked up, expanded, and re-released by Spanish label, BFE. A reunion gig followed in early 2017, which led to fresh momentum and new work. That meant recording sessions in locations as culturally diverse as Sydney and Levin, with the result being the album that eventually became This Quiet Room.

Released in early 2022, and preceded by punchy advance single 'What Have I Done?', the album is an absorbing collection of tracks conceived both during the band’s original incarnation, and those of a more recent vintage; one part throwback to a bygone era, and one part excursion into state of the art post-punk, circa 2022. There’s a strong (old) new wave feel, there’s power pop, some jangle, and no little amount of social commentary.

There’s also a very cool cover of Wire’s 'Kidney Bingos', which threatens to be the best thing here. But that would perhaps be an injustice to the remaining 10 tracks on offer. Listen out too for 'Leon', a brief interlude featuring original drummer Leon Reedijk, who passed away in 2017.

Band originals Shane Bradbrook (vocals) and Adrian Workman (bass, synths, vocals) are on top form throughout, and their presence is key to pulling all constituent parts into a very cohesive whole. This Quiet Room is a compelling comeback from a long lost band, a triumph over adversity even, and if some bright spark ever does script that biopic, it’ll just as likely be the first-ever Vietnam movie with a happy ending.

This review was originally published by NZ Musician (link here).