Among the big three punk progenitors, The Clash fall in the middle, raging and engaging more than Ramones, dodging the Sex Pistols' shitfaced nihilism, lodging squarely between the snarl and the sneer. That middle-ground role is the most clear on the band's debut, one of the hookiest, most exciting albums of the era. In fact, while London Calling is undeniably a finer, more ambitious achievement, this just might be a better album when you get down to the actual listening, bearing rougher edges and a more vibrant sense of the unpredictable.
Contentious swipes like that aside, know that the blueprint for pop-minded punk, from Buzzcocks to Blink-182, was laid here 4.5/5
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