THEY ARE THE CLASH
You'd have to be crazy to want to be Joe Strummer. Rock the corporate casbah a little and you're a hero to the disenchanted middle class youth and hoary rock critics who are willing to accept anything—be it rhetoric, doomsaying or just plain dogma—in the name of good old rock 'n' roll.
THEY ARE THE CLASH
You'd have to be crazy to want to be Joe Strummer. Rock the corporate casbah a little and you're a hero to the disenchanted middle class youth and hoary rock critics who are willing to accept anything—be it rhetoric, doomsaying or just plain dogma—in the name of good old rock 'n' roll. But dare to reach out to a larger audience by copping a cool half-mil playing the US festival or—God forbid— signing to a major record company in the firs* place and bingo: you're a hypocritical bum.
