The opening track from the best debut album of all time. Every track is a classic. When I got this album home after buying it at Brashes in Box Hill I couldn't believe what burst out of the speakers. I hadn't even heard the Clash yet. Nobody had it and it wasn't on the radio. I hadn't started listening to alternative radio yet. I was buying albums based on reviews I read in the NME. The magazine I'd been buying from the same newsagent for like 5 years since I first saw T.Rex on the cover.
When I read about the Clash I have to admit some confusion. For a start here was a band on the cover of NME and they didn't have a drummer yet. So they weren't a band yet were they? To me this was a signpost to the exciting times ahead. When my band Subway got a gig at a party and the bass player couldn't make it I just said we'll do it anyway. Punk was really just about getting out there and doing it. Sod the skills part.
This was the Saturday night song. I'd put this on before I went out on a Saturday night. And because I made a cassette of the album it would also blast out of the car's tiny speakers. It even went well at the petrol station as we'd roar "Fill her up Jacko!" This was rock and roll.
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