Kenny outed my hijacking of a Clash song for a post title the other day, whereupon subsequent events brought one of their earlier tunes to mind for some strange reason.
While we’re at it, Clampdown is always worth another listen.
Clampdown is probably my single favorite Clash song, if I had to pick one. The cover photo of London Calling is one for the ages as well, although I do have to note that you only ever see rock and rollers destroying their instruments on the bigger stages, never in the cramped, beer-and-piss-soaked clubs they clawed their way up and out of. Destructo Theater takes on a somewhat different cast when you have to peel yourself from a fan’s sticky apartment floor after two hours’ sleep thereon, limp bleary-eyed and hungover out to the band’s wheezy old strugglebuggy, and count out the ones and fives from last night’s meager take to support your guitar-busting habit. By the time London Calling had forever cemented the Clash’s status as a top-tier act, Paul Simenon was well past having to sweat where the dough would be coming from to replace that poor P-bass of his.