Archive for the ‘The Clash’ Category

In absence of faith, the Clash were my surrogate religion. Joe Strummer was my saviour. The three-in-one; father, son and holy spook with a battered Telecaster and rotten teeth. Greasy quiff for a crown of thorns. Sweat and gob for holy water. Assigning supernatural importance to “rock stars” is nothing new, and I’m sure Lennon […]