West London, Pre-Clash
In previous posts I’d written at some length about the tower blocks and housing estates so synonymous with some of the best work by The Clash. If you visited (most) of Notting Hill, Westbourne Park, Ladbroke Grove and surrounds in 2009 you’d be hard pressed to picture the same districts 35 years ago. It’s not a critical element of enjoying The Clash by any means but I think understanding London, or Britain in general in 1975 is a vital piece of the equation in what led to the volatile brew that stirred soon after. Punk Rock is such an all encompassing term, the London scene of ’76 wasn’t the first time the phrase was used and of course not the last. In the 1960′s it was a US term aimed at a younger adult with the wrong attitude and first was linked to music around 1970.
You can’t change a label this many years later but there is something really
unique in what happened in British music between 1976-1979, all these years later I think what I take from it is the do it yourself attitude of the bands and the inclusiveness of the scene. Many writers have stated that the inclusiveness was what spurned the scene in ’76 and that it was short lived, depending on when you ‘date’ the start of punk certainly by 1978 it was almost a uniform and in many cases as unoriginal as the scenes that it was supposed to be sweeping away. I think that the fact that the Clash only made one ‘punk’ album by many peoples definintion speaks to their creativity and not to the oft used charges of sell out. The band evolved so rapidly between the summer of ’77 and the recording of London Calling just two years later it’s almost unimaginable. That’s a topic for another time, but exploring the London that the band were growing up in and influenced by is a source of fascination for me.
My only experiences of that part of the capital in the same years would have been going to see Arsenal play QPR at Loftus road. Not many memories
remain with me except the Tower Blocks throughout London and the orange sodium lights on the Westway, the North Circular Road and the Great Cambridge Road driving home to my Hertfordshire home. I would have been about 8 or 9 when these photos below were taken. They create an image of a London that has now gone (for the most part) particularly in the near West pocket that has gone from squats to 3/4 million pound flats. The changes are as extreme as they are obvious, the environment that spawned The Clash has now gone, but the photos are priceless. I hope you enjoy them.
All images courtesy Jonathan Barker.





