Finally ... a Clash book worth its salt ... Here it all is, London calling from the top of the dial - the low-life liggers, the bags of cash, the cops, the coke, the quarrels, up and down the Westway and in and out of the lights, the great bass speakers, the driving rain and reggae, expectation, exploration and the cosmic live gigs ... This is a witty tribute to the only lastingly listenable punk band
I like Johnny Green's book! It seems to convey the feeling in the air like it was at the time ... It captures something. It's entertaining for starters. And it's short!
This touching, angry, uproarious take sustains 238 pages because it never lets go of the notion that as one day follows another something more than a pop group's career might be at stake
Hugely enjoyable ... Green's great achievement is to recapture exactly how those moments felt, but remain sufficiently detached about the whole thing to render the experience honestly
A Riot of Our Own is written from inside the eye of the storm. Johnny Green captures the essence of the Clash. He's pretty funny, too ... A Riot of Our Own enables you to smell the leather, the hairspray, the sweat and the spliff. It could quite happily sit alongside Kerouac, Kesey and Ginsberg in terms of its celebration of living life on a knife edge