As The Clash invade New York - and it was that, an invasion - Joe Strummer surveys the land he and his bandmates are about to conquer. He sits like punk rock’s St. Peter, the rock. The Clash didn’t have the one-note hammer-on stomp of the holy Ramones, nor the novelty of The Sex Pistols, trying vaingloriously to snarl their way into the music heirarchy while simultaneously degrading it. The Clash took their proletariat views, Clashified music stylings in the key of fury, and righteous indignation and downshifted through the corners, powered down the straightaways and boot stomped their way into America’s collective music consciousness.