To "The Clash". What struck immediately (and still today), beyond the aggressiveness and urgency, it was the identity and maturity of this music. It was impossible to link the Clash style to any school. Those three (missing Terry Chimes on this sublime cover) is pointing firmly planted their own marks in the ghettos of London rotten dirty and declining and brandished their pieces as revolutionary standards. In truth, we contrefoutait of their ideology. What mattered was the music, just music, even music. And there was plenty to do in the 33 laps. No song was like the other. And each of them far from exhausting listening, gaining depth and revelation. "Janie Jones", "What's my name," "Police and thieves", "Career opportunities" became small temples. Can not decide which song was the best. Unable to tear listening to the disc. There was a special promise that would be confirmed by the famous trilogy following singles ("Clash city rockers", "Complete Control", "White Man in Hammersmith Palais"), then disappointed by their second LP "Give'em enough rope "prior to materialize so unexpected with" London calling ".
"The Clash" remains the most important record for most punks because it's the one they liked best. And even if the speech Strummer we swelled, even if their posture lacked humor, even if they have always remained ill on stage (what a joke it: the Clash a great live band ... it's worth Springsteen savior rock), even though, "The Clash" remains, for me, the first large disk.
