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How The Clash delivered the greatest debut album of all time


As the rumblings of punk began to shake the very foundations of London’s music scene, the London SS was a band already beginning to find their feet in the proto-punk scene. Mick Jones led the charge with that group as they continued to turn pub dancefloors into a mess of glass and spilt beer. The band quickly broke up, but Jones was bitten by the music bug and, after witnessing the Sex Pistols, something clicked for the guitarist: “You knew straight away that was it, and this was what it was going to be like from now on. It was a new scene, new values—so different from what had happened before. A bit dangerous.” Jones was desperate to get himself a new band, and his then-manager Bernie Rhodes knew just the guy.

Meanwhile, Joe Strummer and his band the 101ers found himself in a filthy pub staring at the future. The Sex Pistols had taken to the stage and delivered one of the most visceral and vociferous performances the young singer had ever witnessed, and he was convinced that a wave of new sounds, new style and a whole new scene was beginning to take shape.

“I knew something was up, so I went out in the crowd, which was fairly sparse. And I saw the future—with a snotty handkerchief—right in front of me,” recalled Strummer. “It was immediately clear. Pub rock was, ‘Hello, you bunch of drunks, I’m gonna play these boogies and I hope you like them.’ The Pistols came out that Tuesday evening and their attitude was, ‘Here’s our tunes, and we couldn’t give a flying fuck whether you like them or not. In fact, we’re gonna play them even if you fucking hate them.'”

It wouldn’t take long for the group to form around the songwriting partnership of Joe Strummer and Mick Jones. While Strummer was positively brimming with political intent, Jones was intoxicated by the intricacies of rock ‘n’ roll. It was a potent combination that would set the band on a trajectory for the top of the pile. Or as Jones eloquently put it: “Joe would give me the words and I would make a song out of them“.

Of course, they would need themselves a rhythm section, and while Terry Chimes would take the role of drummer (later replaced by Topper Headon), it was the inclusion of punk activist Paul Simonon that would complete the ensemble and even gave them their iconic name: “It really came to my head when I started reading the newspapers, and a word that kept recurring was the word ‘clash’, so I thought ‘the Clash, what about that,’ to the others. And they and Bernard, they went for it.”

With a band in place, the quartet started to knock out some tunes, and after only a month of rehearsals, they began touring. This was 1976, and the wheels of punk were already in motion; perhaps aware of the genre’s flashbang potential, the group rallied to pull together an album quickly. The turn of the year would see punk already begin to hit the mainstream, following the explosive interview of the Sex Pistols for the Today show the previous December, so The Clash needed to get their act together and quick.

If there’s one thing The Clash have never been afraid of, it’s moving fast. With only about thirty gigs under their belt and very few of them as headliners, The Clash were signed by CBS Records for £100,000 — a simply ludicrous amount of money at the time. It would lead the archetypal punk zine Sniffin Glue to provide an iconic quote: “Punk died the day the Clash signed to CBS.” They picked up their cheque and began putting it to good use, hiring a studio for a three-week stint that would provide one of the greatest debut albums of all time.

Recorded over three weekends in the depths of winter in London back in 1977, there isn’t an album that more accurately captures that moment in time—imbued with the hopeful energy of a new movement yet batted down by the world around it—than this record. It showed the nature of punk’s movement, the curious need for creativity and the refusal to be hemmed in. It allowed the lyrical talent of Joe Strummer to flourish while providing encouraging signs of Mick Jones musical prowess. While the group would soon go on to conquer the globe, using their platform to highlight the world’s ills, this album was rooted in British iconography. It was by the people and for the people.

14 tracks of fearsome and potent moments of wasted youth and untethered revolution make The Clash quite possibly the best record the genre ever produced. Certainly the purest.

The album is split between a desperate need to highlight working-class youth’s plight and an unwillingness to accept the role as their lot. The Clash were determined to fight against any authority they could find, and it was a hedonistic mix of thrashing guitars and potent lyricism. Of course, the album is full to the brim with Clash classics. From their first single ‘White Riot’, to ‘Career Opportunities’ and ‘I’m So Bored of the U.S.A.’ and on to album opener ‘Janie Jones’, the songs on this record did more to cement the band’s iconography than any debut record could have hoped to.

It went one step further too. Not only did it sure up the footing of the band as they made their way up the path to success but it also energised the punk scene around them. It provided some poignancy to the genre and showed that punk wasn’t all bluster — it had a point to make.

An album made by a bunch of young hopefuls with nothing to lose is the usual tale for a debut punk record but there was something altogether more authentic about this LP which let you know that The Clash were, without doubt, the only band that mattered. If a debut album’s main purpose is to open the door to a band, then there’s surely no better introduction than this.

Ladies and gentlemen… The Clash.