Tuesday, November 3, 2015

THE CLASH - A Beginner's Guide To Their Albums

(Ranked from worst to best!)

"The Clash are the kind of garage band who should be returned to the garage immediately, preferably with the engine running." Charles Shaar Murray
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Waiting to collect his dole money in Lisson Grove Labour Exchange sometime in early 1976, John Mellor couldn't help but notice the stares he was receiving from two scruffy street urchins in the queue opposite. Weighing up the situation, he made a mental note to punch the scrawnier of the two and make a break for it, should things come to a head outside. The other one, he reasoned looked "handy". What he didn't realise was, as singer of local R&B band The 101ers and known by his stage name Joe Strummer, they were fans of his and were planning to ask him to join their own fledgling band. Mick Jones (guitar, scrawny) and Paul Simonon (bass, handy) would eventually offer Strummer the role via manager Bernie Rhodes, an associate of Sex Pistols svengali Malcolm McLaren. He jumped at the chance. The 101ers may have been on the verge of releasing their own records but Strummer, like his new bandmates, had seen the future in the Sex Pistols. Heavily influenced by U.S. bands The Ramones and New York Dolls, the fledgling Pistols had supported The 101ers in April '76, and Joe knew immediately that he was "yesterday's papers. I mean, we were over." A reaction to overblown and pretentious music of YesKing CrimsonGenesis et al, this new music was short, sharp and shocking. The Sex Pistols, followed quickly by The Clash and The Damned were the first wave of what became known as punk, a year zero for the nation's teenagers. Out went everything you knew from before. You didn't have to be virtuoso to form a band anymore. You didn't even have to be able to play, or sing. The Sex Pistols might have made all of the headlines, but after their untimely implosion it was The Clash that "were the only band that matters", the last gang in town, the band who's legacy has stood the test of time and continues to earn new fans and influence new bands across the globe. 

CUT THE CRAP (1985)
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So, starting at the bottom! The only real blip in their discography, they've only recently began acknowledging it's existence at all. They don't mention it in official documentary Westway To The World, it wasn't part of their series of remasters and it's not on Spotify. Why? Because for all intents and purposes it's not The Clash, despite the song "We Are The Clash" arguing differently. Mick Jones and powerhouse drummer Topper Headon had been long sacked by this point. All the magic had gone. Strummer knew it and had lost interest. Manager Bernie Rhodes had taken over production duties despite knowing nothing about the subject. Recorded in Munich with German session musicians, even the new line up of the band barely appear (even Paul Simonon is AWOL). For a band whose back catalogue had been so varied and eclectic (more of which later), it's a disappointing attempt at back to basics punk, mixing football chant backing vocals and heavy guitars with incongruous parping Eighties synths and drum machines, courtesy of Rhodes' hired hands (ironically making the whole thing sound like a poor version of Mick Jones' new band Big Audio Dynamite. so much for heading in different directions!). It's only saving grace is state of the nation address "This Is England", described by Strummer himself as "the last great Clash song". 
Verdict: I consider myself a Clash completist but even I sold my copy after a couple of listens. I had a listen on You Tube and to be fair, it's not as bad as I remember it. It's still pretty terrible though by their standards, and terribly dated. Buy The Singles or The Essential Clash for "This Is England" and avoid like the plague.
Score: 2/10 (but only because it's not quite as awful as I remember it).

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Released on 10th November 1978, a whole 19th months after their landmark debut, it found the group in something of a transitional phase. Not wanting to repeat themselves but bound by the stylistic cul de sac of punk rock, this is a difficult and slightly uninspired record that wasn't helped by the fact they'd already released their best tunes since the first album as stand alone singles in "(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais" and "Complete Control". Glossier production with heavier, multitracked guitars, it's all a bit same-y, one exception being "Julie's Been Working For The Drug Squad" which introduces some swing to proceedings, new drummer and final piece of the jigsaw Topper Headon showing off his chops and hinting at the eclecticism to come further down the line. It's a shame the Strummer/Jones song writing trip to Jamaica didn't influence the music as much as the lyrics or we might have had something more three dimensional.
Verdict: That said, there a few stone cold Clash classics that rescue proceedings. Front loaded with "Safe European Home", "English Civil War" and "Tommy Gun", things getting off to a blistering start before "Stay Free" provides a late highlight. Worth repeated listens though surely it's no-one's favourite album. The highlights all appear on The Essential Clash.
Score: 6/10

COMBAT ROCK (1982)
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Falling apart and burned out, Combat Rock would have been another double album had the rest of the band not disagreed and wrestled control from Mick Jones. In the hands of Glyn Johns, a producer with a reputation for saving "lost albums", the band managed to turn in a relatively concise album, and a bona fide hit that turned them into superstars in America. Sadly, as third single "Rock The Casbah" went top 10 in the US, it's chief writer and instrumentalist Topper Headon (playing piano and bass, as well as his usual powerhouse drumming) had been sacked for a heroin addiction that had begun to affect his playing on tour. This was the beginning of the end for the band, and a move that Joe Strummer would soon come to regret for the rest of his life. Whilst not as varied as Sandinista! or London Calling, it's still an eclectic mix taking in funk and hip hop, and is heavily influenced in it's cinematic scope by Taxi Driver and Apocalypse Now.
Verdict: Three bona fide classics in "Rock The Casbah", "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" and "Straight To Hell" but barely a wrong foot is placed on the other tracks, which wouldn't be the case if it were released as originally intended as a double album.
Score: 7/10
SANDINISTA! (1980)
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The Clash had to take a cut in royalties in order to persuade CBS into releasing this triple album in it's unaltered form, the bulk of which was recorded in a three week period in New York across March/April 1980, though sessions for would continue up until August. Though sessions for the album were fruitful, they weren't that fruitful that there isn't a little bit of filler, the band obsessed with the idea of each side of vinyl having six tracks each. Thus we get multiple dub versions and a rendition of "Career Opportunities" sung by the keyboard player's children on side 6. As with all double/triple albums, the debate about whether it would make a better single album rages on. But like The White Album or Bruce Springsteen's The River (released two months later), it's intended as an eclectic, warts and all document of where the band were at the time and it's possibly their most interesting and rewarding work on repeated listens. The band were on fire at the time. As soon as one track was finished, the next was started with many of the tracks captured in their first takes. Encompassing jazz, rockabilly, gospel, funk and lots of dub, it also predates Blondie's "Rapture" by six months as the first white hip hop record in "The Magnificent Seven", which in instrumental form received heavy airplay on the predominantly black station WBLS in New York. 
Verdict: It's easy for the layman to dismiss The Clash as simply a punk band. I challenge anyone to hold that opinion after listening to this. Yes, it's sprawling and long winded but it has multiple highlights and I'm still discovering new things as I listen now. At least in the digital age the option to make a playlist of your favourites is there! 
Score: 7.5/10

THE CLASH (1977)
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Everything about this album perfectly encapsulates the times, from the record sleeve to the lyrics about unemployment, boredom, class and race, to stencilled slogans on their jackets. Hardly a companion piece to Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols, which came out 6 months later and was somewhat overproduced, this was recorded almost live in the studio with minimal overdubs. In keeping with year zero aesthetic of punk, they eschewed a big name producer and recording techniques, instead recording with their live sound engineer with no separation between the amps, just banging the songs out as if it were a gig. Amongst their own 13 compositions is a 6 minute long cover of Junior Murvin's reggae hit "Police and Thieves", which on the one hand is an early indicator that the band were prepared to break the time constraints imposed by punk, whilst also acknowledging the affiliation between the two genres; reggae was played in clubs like the Roxy, because there were no punk records yet. It was an early foray into a genre that would continue throughout their careers, collectively and after they split up. 
Verdict: A stone cold classic. A must for any punk fan. NB: The US version (also available today) wasn't released until 1979 and with a butchered track listing that included "I Fought The Law", "Clash City Rockers", "Complete Control", "White Man..." and the single version of "White Riot" in place of "lesser" album tracks. So, in theory, it is an even better album but not the time capsule that the band intended.
Score: 8.5/10

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When the band entered London's Wessex Studios with legendary Mott The Hoople producer Guy Stevens in August 1979, it was something of a make or break time for the band. They were somewhat rudderless following the exit of manager Bernie Rhodes and they had hit a brick wall artistically. Their second album had sold well but had disappointed some critics; and their Cost Of Living EP, whilst a success, featured a cover version, a re-recording and two rehashed, unreleased older songs. They'd even began to lose their distinctive look, the uniformity of their image around the time of the first album had gone and they had started to look like they were in different bands. If they weren't about to rustle up the finest work of their career, an album of unprecedented quality, it might have been time to worry. After two albums of pretending that nothing of any note had happened before 1976, they threw away the punk manifesto and opened the floodgates to the influences that had been hidden away. Their beloved reggae made it's appearance of course, most notably in Paul Simonon's first composition (and instant classic) "Guns Of Brixton", but rockabilly, jazz, rhythm and blues and dramatic Phil Spector-esque pop were also the order of the day. They intended to make "any music they wanted to". And lots of it. They had to con CBS into allowing them to give away a "free 12", 33rpm single" away with the album in order to release everything they had an even then, "Train In Vain" was added at the last minute. Sham 69 fans must have wondered what they were listening to. Released in January 1980 in the US, it became Rolling Stone's Best Album Of The Eighties and is regularly featured in the top ten album polls of all time. The front cover image of Paul Simonon smashing his bass, taken by Pennie Smith, was voted the best rock n' roll image of all time by Q Magazine. There isn't much about this album that isn't perfect. Even the promo for the "London Calling" single saw the band looking like (a) gang(sters) again. 


Verdict: There are some albums that every modern music fan needs to hear; RevolverPet SoundsElectric LadylandDark Side Of The Moon... This is one of them. From "London Calling" to "Train In Vain", this is without doubt, one of the greatest albums ever. 
Score: 9.75/10 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Hitchcock's final Frenzy

Frenzy (1972), dir. Alfred Hitchcock

I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman...

We track the killer and Babs, barmaid of The Globe pub on Bow Street, Covent Garden, as they walk through the fruit and veg market of the central square, following them the short distance to the killer's flat on Henrietta Street. Of course she doesn't know he's the killer, but we do. For the early part of Frenzy, we're led to believe that Bob Rusk is a fine upstanding citizen, well known and liked in the area. "Bob's Yer Uncle" to his old mate Richard Blaney, RAF veteran, Babs' sometime boyfriend, borderline alcoholic with a history of violence, and currently on the run accused of being the notorious Necktie Murderer. As we walk he offers a place to stay, offers to help her reclaim her possessions from her room at The Globe but most of all, help Blaney out of his predicament. She refuses to give Rusk any information on Blaney's whereabouts but accepts his offer of a place to stay, on account of the fact he will be away for the night. As the viewer we feel helpless. Implicit in the conversation but unable to speak, the shot's set up as if we're there with them, walking slightly ahead but as helpless as Babs will be shortly. As we arrive at Rusk's flat, we go ahead of them, but halfway up the stairs we allow them to pass. We know what is going to happen and we don't want to be a part of it. We have already seen in gratuitous detail what The Necktie Murderer is capable of and we don't need to see it again. As Rusk and Babs step through the doorway, we begin to back away. The hustle and bustle of Covent Garden grows as we step outside in the street but all we can hear are the last words Rusk says to Babs, the words we've heard before...
"You're my kind of woman"
Frenzy poster

Ill health had reduced much of Alfred Hitchcock's output in the sixties and it had been the best part of a decade since he'd had a major commercial and critical hit. Topaz (1969) represented an all time low for Hitch and the feeling, when shooting began in July 1971, was that his best days were behind him. Based on the 1966 novel Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Arthur La Bern and adapted for the screen by Anthony ShafferFrenzy would be his first film since The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956) and only his third in total shot in England since he had moved to Hollywood in 1939. Whilst not his final film, it would be described by author Raymond Foery as "his last masterpiece". The film eschewed the big name stars of Hitchcock's greatest work like Grace KellyJames Stewart and Cary Grant. Instead, perhaps due to it's relatively low budget of $2 million, it's cast was mainly made up of faces familiar to the British stage and TV screen. 
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"You're Not Wearing Your Tie..."
As Ron Goodwin's majestic score to Frenzy fires up, we're treated to a long opening title sequence as Alfred Hitchcock gives us a tour of the River Thames. Obviously this is not the Thames of now with it's O2 Arena and London Eye, but a historical document in and of itself, black smoke billowing from dockyards before passing under Tower Bridge and arriving at County Hall on the South Bank (suitably, the home of the London Film Museum for many years). There, a politician is giving a speech to the gathering throng about cleaning up the river as, bloody typical, a naked body washes ashore. It transpires she is the latest victim of the so-called Necktie Murderer, a perverted individual later described as having "certain peculiarities".
Immediately, we cut to our chief suspect for the film, Richard Blaney (Jon Finch), getting dressed and you guessed it, putting on his tie. Here we have one of Hitchcock's favourite plot devices: the wrong man. Indeed for the first twenty minutes or so, we're not even sure ourselves. Here is an ex RAF serviceman with anger issues and seemingly a drink problem getting sacked for theft in almost his first scene. In contrast his friend and Mr Nice Guy, Bob Rusk (Barry Foster) is on first name terms with the local law enforcement. Soon, as the people closest to Blaney fall victim to the killer, the police begin to suspect him and he goes on the run. As the viewer though, we're very quickly in no doubt as to the identity of the killer as we're witnesses to one of the most harrowing scenes Hitchcock ever shot. It's his only X rated title and the only one to feature any nudity, but at no point is it titillating. We feel like we're voyeurs, there in the room with them, unable to put a stop to the horrific scenes before us. 
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This is a Hitchcock film though, and where there's a Hitchcock there's some "comedy noir" to break up the tension. A scene in which the killer has to recover some evidence from the body of one of his victims on the back of a moving potato truck has you wondering whether you really should be laughing. However, the main light relief comes in the form of the Chief Inspector (Alec McCowen) in charge of the case, and his wife (Vivien Merchant) who is currently studying at the Continental School Of Gourmet Cooking. Their scenes together as he uses her as a sounding board for the case whilst she feeds him "soup du poisson" and pigs trotters provide a small amount of respite from the horrible crimes we have been witness to. The classic Hitchcock shot though is the aforementioned staircase scene. As brief as it is (aside for the feeling of dread in the build up), it's a masterful and elegant touch. Who else would have thought of that, when the obvious thing to do would be to go in and witness Babs' (Anna Massey) murder first hand? Especially when it contains a rather important plot point to have to refer back to later...
Frenzy might not top most people's lists of favourite Hitchcock films, but it is still better than most directors best efforts. The beauty of his films is that they get better with repeated viewings and despite competition from the likes of Dial M For MurderRear Window and The Man Who Knew Too Much, it has firmly implanted itself as one of my favourite of his films, if not of all time. 
8.5/10
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Me outside Bob Rusk's flat at 3 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. December 2014.




Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Ahoy-hoy!

Just a short note to welcome people on board the good ship @freestuie. At the time of writing I am a 38 year old first year student at Glyndwr University in Wrexham, making up for lost time by doing what I should have 20 years ago. Whilst my eventual degree will be in Sound Technology, the foundation year is in Creative Media and Technology and one of the requirements of the course is maintaining a blog. So here it is... I'll be posting on a variety of subjects within the creative media realm, at this point who knows what they will be. All I know is that they count towards my final mark, so they better be good! I'll also try and keep regular updates on my musical endeavours too, after all they will eventually tie into the course. We have a big project in the second semester and it's likely that it will be heavily My Mind Pictures based.

Ciao for now...