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Jones, Headon and Bass Player Paul Simonon are all 23; Strummer is the band's senior citizen at 25. Two come from broken homes (Jones: "I stayed with me gran and a lot of wicked aunts") and have logged long hours doing manual labor and running the streets. Even Headon, whose father was a headmaster and whose mother was a teacher, says, "I used to steal a lot and run with a gang," and figures he would be in stir today if he had not beat out 205 other drummers at a Clash audition. Out of the pieces...
...album cover features a few of Rushen's instruments--an electric grand piano, microphone, and guitar. what it doesn't show is the clarinet, Rhodes piano, drums, bass synthesizer and tambourine. She's also got an orchestra behind her in every track. Rushen penned almost all the lyrics, arranged the music, conducted all but three of the selections and produced the album...
Public Image Ltd. is also the name of Lydon's new band, composed of ex-Clash guitarist Keith Levine, bassist Jah Wobble, and drummer Jim Donut. Wobble only learned the bass last year; Donut is as leadfooted as most rock drummers. But Levine really understands his topped-up guitar--his ingenious and adventurous departures from twelve-bar rock and roll demonstrate that here--and his partnership with Lydon promised much more than what...
Three tracks might fairly be called "experimental": "Theme," "Fodderstomf," and "Religion I and II." "Theme" grates along for over nine minutes, with Lydon repeatedly wailing in a disembodied voice "I wish I could die" over a ponderous bass line. At the coda, Lydon intones "terminal boredom," an apparent gloss to the song. "Fodderstomf" features a disco bass line and the refrain "We only wanted to be loved" chanted in a sort of Monty Python falsetto. In the background we hear Lydon variously maundering belching, and playing with a fire extinguisher, for almost eight minutes. One manifest fault of these tracks...
...place is human now for a while at least, clearly Jimmy Carter's home. Anyone with the time to wander the county, to wait for the strong old rhythms of its life to sound their bass beneath the cashbox jingle, will see how the place has added to the man large measures of its own calm, its silent demonstration (at field's edge, in shacks, on more fortunate porches) of the few but urgent needs of human continuance, of-more urgent still -the needs of the earth. You may even come away with something like my own sense...