We are in the now distant 1978, the Punk Rock is by now a phenomenon of worldwide fame, a new outlet of expression and rebellion that gives voice to many teenagers of the time.
In such a ominous and eclectic atmosphere, four extravagant figures who were known back then as The Clash were about to release a small gem of passion and fury, a distillation of social and political critique in music, more than a simple record, more than a mere collection of songs: all this was 'Give 'em Enough Rope'.
The opening track of the album is as energetic as one could wish for, it is "Safe European Home", a track of pure Punk Rock, with a raw yet very pleasant and fluid guitar riff, where the exhilarating and intense choruses add significant depth to the track. It proceeds with a crescendo of power, from the theatrical and captivating "English Civil War" to the guerrilla march of "Tommy Gun". But here comes a turning point. The raw "garage" sound, then typical of The Clash, undergoes a transformation: the magnificent "Julie Work In a Drug Squad" enters the scene, a carefree piece of rock n' roll accompanied by a piano in full '50s style; something was changing, the record in question is indeed a sort of transition from early punk rock to a significant artistic maturation, which would give birth to the Clash sound, a brilliant blend of various genres, from reggae to rock n' roll, to funky, which made albums like 'London Calling' and 'Sandinista' so appreciated.
The album is a continuous succession of genres masterfully amalgamated, there is the rock with soul hues of "Drug Stabbin' Time", the brilliant pop of "Stay Free" to the concluding anthem: "All Young Punks", a track destined to be shouted endlessly, thanks to an incisive and marked, almost solemn chorus.
In conclusion, this 'Give 'em Enough Rope', underrated by many, especially for its position as a "transition", is a splendid album full of emotions. Truly a little gem to rediscover and love.
How can a band make its way through numerous musical styles without any problems? The word goes to the Clash.
'All Young Punks'… without the underlying nihilism of the Sex Pistols, but with the awareness that by fighting, you can achieve everything.
This was punk ’77. The kind of rebellion that never really happened.
Thank you, dear Clash. Thank you for this cornerstone with which I built my sonic home.