I'm not saying I liked this better than London Calling, but its closer than it's supposed to be.
Despite having their two biggest mainstream hits, this's one of the stranger Clash albums, full of atmospherics (Straight to Hell, Sean Flynn, Death is a Star), evoking Blur's self-titled, one of my all time underdog favorite albums. It's also possibly their scariest record, reaching out to larger themes of oppression and desperation than their severely British opus. I always like the sound of a band thrashing against the outside of what it's capable of, and this succeeds far more than it fails if you're willing to look beyond what a Clash album's supposed to sound like 4/5
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