Clash Classics Revisited: ‘Brand New Cadillac’ (14/12/79)

With the Clash’s towering ‘London Calling’ now just a year shy of its fortieth anniversary, any reappraisal of that substantial and nuanced album would understandably use its lead-off single ‘London Calling’ (07/12/79) as it’s starting point. However, if one were to wind the clock back to ‘day one hour one’ at London’s Wessex studios in…

Clash Classics Revisited: ‘Complete Control’

The Untold Story of: ‘Complete Control’ (1977) Mick Jones’s plaintive and heartfelt cri de cœur of: “c.o.n..control!”, as heard on the Clash’s third single ‘Complete Control’, was not just the pivotal point on the band’s third and finest single to date, but it was also serving notice that ‘the only that mattered’ were in a…

The Damned: Going Gray Again!

After another dismal British Summer, the hearts of the Damned’s legions of loyal fans were gladdened in September by the news that not only was the band’s finest ever bass player, Mr Paul Gray, re-joining the band for the imminent *‘Evil Spirits’ tour, but that they were also set to record an album of new…

The Snake & the Salamander

In a seductive and perfectly executed manoeuvre, the snake unfurled its unctuous coils and enticed the Woman to partake of the sweetest and most delicious fruit from the loftiest and most magnificent tree in the Garden. After she had eaten she encouraged the man to do the same. The malodorous and partially hidden salamander looked…

~ An Artist For All Ages ~

An innocent child saw suns in the trees, Angels and fields bathed in light, Eternity’s sunrise, a burnished penumbra, Concerned conversations, endless night.   A parochial school was no place for this child, Full of wonder and an artist’s insight, An original thinker, a visionar seer, A prophet for all ages bathed in God’s light….

Requiem for a Matador

‘Sol y sombre?’ is the burning question, the poor and the monied come, The spectacle, the snorts, the sand, the viscous blood & sun, Conchita Cintrón: a golden goddess, not just a mother & wife, Ordóñez: a hero to the poor, for ‘la corrida’ and them he gave his life.   A tri-cornered hat, a…

The Crescent

  The Crescent was a concrete fortress of foxhole-like flats, a bleak place where even in summertime the chill winds rattled the rusty letterboxes that had been nailed shut to stop summonses being served, and to prevent irate unpaid dealers from pouring petrol onto threadbare carpets & naked concrete floors. The Crescent was located in…

Young, Awake & Aware

Mods in the Metropolis  “All the others are third class tickets, is that clear?”   If you are unfamiliar with the 1965 minor hit from whence the lyric above is taken, the High Numbers’: ‘I’m the Face’, then shorn of its cultural context you will probably draw a blank as to the exact meaning of the…

The Girl in Blue

It was whilst trying to pass a seemingly endless autumnal evening that I began to absent-mindedly browse through a series of sepia and black and white pictures on a website. Suddenly I came across an image that immediately piqued my interest: it was both enigmatic, poetic and unutterably sad. After taking in its stark beauty…