Friday, 2 March 2018

Review: We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered by Mark Andersen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered
by Mark Andersen, Ralph Heibutzki

An admirable attempt to put the last few years of The Clash into a political and social context, ‘We Are The Clash Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered’ is the story of the band’s final days set against the turmoil of Thatcher’s Britain - the miners’ strike, the Falklands War - and Reagan’s America - the Cold War threat of ‘limited nuclear war in Europe’, Iran-Contra - times that should have been made for a band as politically outspoken as The Clash.

The authors have written a well-researched and very readable history of a period in The Clash’s history which has largely been ignored by the vast majority of music journalism. The band had splintered: drummer, Topper Headon had already gone, struggling with heroin addiction and, in a move which would have been unthinkable a couple of years earlier, in 1982 Joe Strummer had sacked founder member and lead-guitarist, Mick Jones. In most retrospectives, including the band’s own, The Clash ended here but, as the authors rightly point out and evidenced by bootleg recordings of the time, musically, The Clash were in pretty good shape.

Andersen and Heibutzki also offer a succinct history of, and commentary on, the contemporaneous events of the early 1980s. In the UK, Margaret Thatcher’s war on the mining industry tore communities apart and caused bitterness and resentment that still resonate today. In the USA, Ronald Reagan was conducting a more covert war against ‘the threat of communism’ and breaking all manner of laws in doing so. The arms race with USSR came as close as it ever did to ‘Mutually Assured Destruction’ when, on September 26, 1983, only the gutsy stubbornness of Stansilav Petrov, a Soviet ‘early warning system’ monitor, in not reporting what turned out to be a malfunction as an actual attack, prevented the start of WWIII.

The failure of the book is that, despite valiant attempts to connect the band to the times around them, there was actually little connection. Little connection, not because of any failure on the authors’ part but rather because The Clash, and Joe Strummer in particular, were in such a state of disarray that, other than a few low-key gigs in support of the striking miners in the UK, they failed to make any meaningful impact.

'The gap between Strummer’s aims and his ability to live them yawned even wider.’

‘“Where was The Clash? They were AWOL, missing in action, nowhere to be seen”’ - Billy Bragg

The book is littered with awkward transitions between what was happening with The Clash and what was happening in the world because the truth is that The Clash failed to turn up.

‘Three days before Reagan chose to wager his regime on this desperate ploy (selling arms to Iran), The Clash played the Rockscene in Guehenno, in a remote region of France.’

The authors neatly sum up the significance of The Clash at the time in this one sentence. Not only was the venue remote, the band remote from shady and probably illegal political machinations but on that particular date - July 13, 1985 - “seemingly every major rock act on earth played the Live Aid concert for African famine relief..” All of these events were calling for The Clash and The Clash didn’t show up.

The authors make a good case that the major cause of the end of The Clash was not the sacking of Mick Jones but the return of manager Bernie Rhodes. Rhodes, who had been instrumental in pulling the band together with Jones, prior to Strummer’s recruitment, before being ousted, saw an opportunity to take the reins and steer The Clash in the direction in which he wanted to go. The band toured as directed by Rhodes and, more significantly, the album which put the final nail in the band’s coffin, ‘Cut The Crap’, was Rhodes’ vision, a melding of punk and ‘80s electronic pop.

The authors offer a hearty defence of the album, on which few of The Clash save Strummer make any real contribution - guitar parts are heavily processed and lost in the mix, the drums are largely programmed and played in a drum machine - but their arguments are weak. Early demos of many of the tracks on ‘Cut The Crap’ suggest a much better album was in there but the final result is weak. As the book points out, Joe Strummer was lost at this point, occasionally literally, and The Clash did not really exist. A busking tour was a final stand and, had the album been successful, could have led to a resurgence but Joe Strummer essentially walked away and, thankfully, Bernie Rhodes plans to keep the band going without him came to nothing.

The book should be a must-read for Clash fans. It is well-written and is largely successful in placing The Clash in context with the times. That the band failed to engage with the world around them is not the fault of the authors but perhaps serves to mark not just the end of The Clash but the beginning of the end of any real political influence of rock and pop groups as a whole.

We Are The Clash: Reagan, Thatcher, and the Last Stand of a Band That Mattered
by Mark Andersen, Ralph Heibutzki is published by Akashic Books on July 3, 2018.

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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Review: Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House

Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House by Michael Wolff
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Riveting stuff, 'Fire and Fury' reads like a novel, a fast-moving, sometimes breathless account of the first nine months of the Trump administration. If only 10 percent of this were true, and a review of Trump's Twitter account or a quick glance at the news lends weight to it being vastly more than that, it would still be sensational and frightening. The fact that Trump tried to prevent publication should make this required reading and the events in few months since the period the author covers - from 'my nuclear button is bigger than his' to Steve Bannon being seemingly forced to step down from Breitbart News this morning - suggest that the scary story is far from over....

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Review: The Driver

The Driver The Driver by Mark Dawson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Another excellent episode in what is becoming a must-read series for me, 'The Driver', while not just as strong as the first two books, is a fast-moving thriller and excellent entertainment.

Following on 3 months after the events in Mexico, John Milton is lying low in San Francisco, working two jobs, as a taxi driver and delivery man, while trying to find time to attend AA meetings. It is in the order job that he takes a young woman, who turns out to be a call-girl, to a party from which she flees and disappears. Milton, still atoning for his past 'sins', feels responsible and begins to investigate. The investigation takes on increased urgency when the bodies of other call-girls are found.

The more leisurely pace of the plot means that Milton has time to develop some semblance of a personal life with a woman he meets at AA. Beau Baxter from 'Saint Death' also makes an appearance which serves to broaden Milton's world too.

I am really taken by the whole 'James Bond, Licence Revoked' nature of these book and, while tighter editing may have been needed in places (at times there were references to two 'He's' with some confusion to whom the 'he' referred), I am really looking forward to 'Ghosts' and the introduction of Beatrix Rose.

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Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Review: Saint Death

Saint Death Saint Death by Mark Dawson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed this fast-moving thriller, the second in Mark Dawson's John Milton series. It is the literary equivalent of a Jason Statham movie, and that's not a bad thing - the Stathe is very good at what he does, John Milton is very good at what he does, and Mark Dawson is proving very, very good at what he does.

This time round, Milton, recovering from his 'quitting' the British Secret Service, and his less than successful attempt to help those in need in 'The Cleaner', turns up in Mexico just in time to face off against the Cartel and, all the while, his employers are trying to track him down and possibly 'retire' him for good. This is not the war on drugs epic of Don Winslow but it is not trying to be. It is a breathless thriller, easily the equal of Lee Child (although I admit I find Reacher hard to relate to).

Milton is Bond gone rogue and trying to do the right thing. I loved it and I'm going straight into the third novel, 'The Driver'.

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Friday, 29 December 2017

Review: IQ

IQ IQ by Joe Ide
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

When a publisher describes a first novel as "a combustible cocktail of Bosch, Hiaasen and Conan Doyle" they are asking for trouble, and not just because of the confusion of characters and authors in the blurb... Unless, of course, the novel is as good as IQ.

In Isaiah Quintabe, Joe Ide has created a likeable protagonist, a 'street' investigator whose deductive reasoning and observational talents do indeed echo Sherlock Holmes. The writing, plot and dialogue, is excellent and merits the comparison with Michael Connelly. From the prologue which introduces IQ and his abilities straight away, through a skilful handling of interwoven timelines Ide proves to be a nimble and entertaining writer. The plot alternates between 2005, Isaiah's coming of age, his 'origin story' as an investigator, and 2013 as he investigates the attempted murder of a rap artist. Along the way we meet Dodson, the likeable rogue sidekick, and a gallery of music business hangers-on all of whom bring depth and humour to the book.

I thoroughly enjoyed the novel and look forward to reading the follow up, Righteous, soon.

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Review: Corpus

Corpus Corpus by Rory Clements
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

This was hard work. When a publisher advertises a novel 'for fans of Robert Harris' I expect more. Harris is a master at taking historical events, building believable characters, bringing dialogue to life and creating real suspense - even when the reader knows the outcome. Rory Clements doesn't.

The synopsis was very promising - the abdication crisis, Europe on the brink of war. A skilful novelist could get into the heads of Stanley Baldwin, Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson (and the suspicions of Nazism around them), George VI. A novelist can go places that a historian cannot. What were they thinking? What were the motivations? Instead we get a central character, Tom Wilde, Cambridge history professor, who is as tedious and unsympathetic a protagonist as I have read in a long time. We get a cardboard cutout Baldwin. We get Nazi and Communist caricatures. We learn less about the crisis than a quick Wikipedia search would provide. A tangental plot involving Spanish gold which adds nothing. And dialogue of which Dan Brown would be proud (Brown can create suspense however...).

Very disappointing. I struggled to finish it and may have done just to see if some character, the Midsomer policeman perhaps, would ask Tom Wilde who he was and why he was here...

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Sunday, 17 December 2017

Review: Sleeping Beauties

Sleeping Beauties Sleeping Beauties by Stephen King
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

There's nothing like a big, thick Stephen King novel, and this is nothing like a big, thick Stephen King novel....

Actually, that's not true. 'Sleeping Beauties' is big and thick (700+ pages) and is very like a Stephen King novel, possibly too like some of his previous books but that doesn't make it a bad book. I enjoyed it a lot. King excels at long narratives with large casts of character. When it works (The Stand, IT) it works brilliantly. In the odd case (Tommyknockers) when it doesn't work, the results can be a car-crash (and not the horribly graphically described car-crash a Stephen King would excel at...). Like 'Under the Dome', 'Sleeping Beauties' is closer to the former than the latter but, unlike 'Under the Dome' doesn't, for me, have and ending which lets it down.

The book is written with Owen King and, not having read Steve's younger son's work, I am not qualified to say how much of the book, or which parts, Owen writes. 'Sleeping Beauties' reads like a Stephen King novel although it there are fewer horror-tropes and more fairytale fantasy elements than usual (perhaps down to Owen?). There is also a very strong feminist subtext.

Like 'Under the Dome' the plot here involves a small town subjected to supernatural, unexplained events. In 'Sleeping Beauties', the women of the town fall into a deep, cocooned sleep and the men fight over whose fault it is. The phenomenon is worldwide but the focus of the story is on the town of Dooling and much of the action is concentrated in the nearby women's prison, a setting which allows the Kings to examine male/female relationships in a more black and white way; there are few shades of grey and little in the way of allegory. While this can become a little heavy-handed at times, the current exposure of sexual predators in the political and film worlds suggests the exaggeration may be warranted.

So, not King's best but a very entertaining big, thick novel.

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Sunday, 29 October 2017

Review: Hotel California

Hotel California Hotel California by Barney Hoskyns
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

"It's not easy when you take someone who's basically right out of puberty and who becomes a millionaire responsible to no one."

Barney Hoskyns's 'Hotel California' is the story of the late '60s rise of country rock and its descent into late '70s AOR; idealism into hedonism; dope smoking, laid back hippies into cokehead, egotistical control freaks. Of course, there are those who were already halfway there even at the Laurel Canyon scene beginnings - Stephen Stills comes off particularly badly - and it would be difficult to make it in music without a strong ego, but Hoskyns's story is largely a tale of innocence and experience.

This is not a primer for California music; the book is almost novelistic and has a huge cast of characters and presupposes the reader's familiarity with many of them, not just the Crosby's, Stills', Nash's and Young's but also the Warren Zevon's and Lowell George's. Hoskyns takes these characters and weaves their individual threads into a complete tapestry of the times, albeit one which becomes badly torn and frayed at the end. He takes us from the idealistic Laurel Canyon community, the singer-songwriters at the Troubadour, an extended family who wrote together and played on each others albums, at time when record companies supported 'artists', to back-stabbing, suspicious superstars who tried to outdo and undermine each other at every turn. And, along the way, the casualties like Gram Parsons and Judee Sill.

I enjoyed the book, and revisiting the music, immensely and would recommend it to anyone with more than a passing interest in the period. It is much more than the subtitle, "The True-life Adventures of Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young, Mitchell, Taylor, Browne, Ronstadt, Geffen, the Eagles, and Their Many Friends", would suggest and I look forward to picking up Hoskyns's "Small Town" which I hope expands on The Band's story in the same way.

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Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Review: The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I bought this book 18 years ago on it's release in hardback in 1999. And never read it. I don't know why... I grew up with King, one of his 'constant readers' and, while his output was slightly hit and miss in the '90s (I loved the Green Mile serial novel; wasn't overly impressed by Bag of Bones; I know I read Insomnia but can't remember anything about it - perhaps I fell asleep?), The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon should have drawn me in straight away - King is a master at writing about childhood and survival and nightmares...

I finally pulled it off the shelf after hearing a passing reference to it on a podcast. And it is excellent, classic Stephen King, up there with The Body and IT in how it gets into the experience of being a child in a scary world. The plot is a simple one - 9 year-old Patricia McFarland steps off the path for a pee while hiking in the forest and gets lost - and the book is a very slim volume in King terms, but it a wonderful book, part adventure, part horror, part fairy story. As Tricia heads deeper into the forest, and deeper into despair, she is accompanied, at intervals, by Tom Gordon, her favourite Red Sox pitcher (and a real-life baseball player), who she suspects is not really there, and a more malevolent presence, always just out of sight, which she suspects really is there.

I loved this book and the last line is a real tearjerker and one of King's best.

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Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Review: A Lesson in Violence

A Lesson in Violence A Lesson in Violence by Jordan Harper
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

An astounding, visceral, violent novel populated by "..women dumb and vicious, ... men with cruel eyes and meth stains on their hearts", A Lesson in Violence (She Rides Shotgun) is the story of a father and daughter, on the run from a death warrant. Nate McCluskey is a small-time criminal who has run foul of a supremacist gang who won't rest until he and his family are dead, but really this is the story of his daughter, eleven year-old Polly and how she comes to cope with, and thrive in, the tough underworld into which she is thrust.

Jordan Harper writes taut, brutal, poetic prose, the sort of prose that hits the reader in the gut. The plot is gripping. The characters are real - Nate McCluskey is not a hero but he is driven by his love for his daughter. Polly, initially scared, comes to terms with, possibly relish, the harsh life she shares with her father; because she loves him. And then there's the bear...

"The bear put a friendly paw up to the cage. The rooster pecked it. It said fuck you in chicken."

It is hard to believe this is Jordan Harper's debut. A Lesson in Violence is an accomplished novel, one of the best this year.


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Friday, 6 October 2017

Review: It

It It by Stephen King
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

IT is one of my favourite Stephen King novels although I haven't read it in a long time. I decided to listen to IT on audiobook in preparation for the film adaptation - I didn't quite make it but enjoyed both immensely. Growing up, IT, Salem's Lot and The Stand were my favourites. King excels when he has a large cast, especially one with child protagonists, married to a great plot. Sometimes, Tommyknockers is an example, it doesn't work but, when it does, there are few to beat him.

Memory plays tricks. I remembered almost every plot point and scene in IT but was convinced that the adult, 1985 plot bookended the children, 1958 story - they are actually intercut, the story of the Losers' first battle with the evil presence in Derry being old in flashback interweaving with their return to face IT again as grownups. As the two stories race to a conclusion the time jumps increase in pace and frequency, bashing up against each other in a frenzied climax.

I love this huge book and loved revisiting IT. IT is not perfect and there is one ill-judged scene towards the end which is more jarring than it was 30 years ago (and which the movie sensibly side-stepped) but IT is frightening and entertaining. I may revisit Salem's Lot to see if I remember it as well. It's about vampires, isn't it...?

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