THE CLASH - TIFFANYS 1980

 

THE CLASH - TIFFANYS 1980

by Pete Clemons

By 1980, and after several previous visits, The Clash had, by now, built up a sizeable following and returned to Coventry. The following review of that gig recalls how a section of the audience still thought it was 1977........

Its somewhere around 10.30 pm as the disco fades and the lights dim; and the audience ripples in anticipatory applause.

A roadie's flickering Ever Ready signals the impending blitz, and the Clash take the stage in customary darkness.

Seconds pass, lights blaze, and we're all "Rock, Rock, Clash City Rocking" to the one-time heartdrops.

From the mists of distinctively Clash guitar, Joe Strummer's voice rasps over the fate of war torn Spain and "Guys in the bar leaning over too far", as the London Calling set is despatched with an ease and skill that could all too easily be reserved for the "77 anthems.

"Safe European Home", "Jimmy Jazz", "Protex Blue", "Brand New Cadillac"... all are treated with art equal panache as definitive rock and roll receives ultimate presentation.

But all is not well. Time has hardened the Clash collective against the hail of saliva that accompanies every performance. "You've gobbed at us a million times", Strummer harangued, holding aloof his glistening guitar fret in evidence.

Joe then went on to say that the next person who gobs at me will get filled in. But warnings weren't enough. Cue more disgusting scenes. Joe then dived into the crowd and proceeded to fill this bloke in. He was swiftly followed by Topper Headon who had leapt in from behind his drum kit and along with some members of the crew began fighting with the audience.

Paul Simonon and Mick Jones looked on as a conglomerate of roadies and stewards struggled to re- install Joe onto the stage. When he did finally re-emerge, shirt torn and left eye injured, the audience appeared to recognise that there must endeth the gobbing. Strummer had fought Coventry's Joe Public, and I think, on balance, Strummer won.

The set stretched into a lengthy hour and forty minutes, during which I danced and sweated, and came to appreciate some of the reasons why the Clash are still with us, despite the decline of whatever happened in 1977.

They're still angry, and they still care, but their reach extends beyond punk- purism. Sophistication - if that's the right word - has led The Clash in new directions and the passion has found diversity and lasting appeal in the mixture of reggae and R & B that is the new album. And after all that, won't you give them a smile?