If this is gospel music, count me in:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLlysJ7VCNQ&feature=related
The Sound of Sinners. Released on the great triple-LP Sandinista. When I first heard Sandinista, I can’t tell a lie (well, I can, but for now I won’t), I didn’t like it. I was just another one of those ‘Young Punks’ they occasionally referenced and I found it disturbingly lacking in punk rock content.
I was horribly, horribly wrong.
Granted, Sandinista is radically different from Give ‘Em Enough Rope or their self-titled album, The Clash, but its content is enough to warrant the creation of a new religion. Of course, you would have to immediately destroy that religion, but that’s the brilliance of it. Too much going on to fully narrate. Jazz, reggae, rockabilly, gospel, funk, and a general sense of blowing away everything they had previously recorded by going in an absolutely unpredictable direction. From Janie Jones to Charlie Don’t Surf. Something drastic had occurred and my wanna-be teenage anarchistic self rejected it.
Now, my much older (let’s just say non-teenager) self can’t stop listening to it. I guess after years of “looking for that great jazz note that destroyed the walls of Jericho” it’s ironic to discover that it was in my music library all along.
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
The song ends with Strummer informing the crowd that “we’re nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.”
Three cheers for revelation.