It should be no secret to anyone that The Clash are my all-time favorite band. When it comes to rock, there’s The Clash, The Rolling Stones, Arcade Fire, and pretty much everyone else. And when it comes to country, it’s Merle and Johnny Cash who lead the pack.
So an album of Johnny Cash covering The Clash? That’s a heavy concept–and sets a high bar for the artists trying to pull it off. And let’s be clear: They don’t. Nothing on this album will make you forget the originals. Yet, at the same time, it works–in a very strange, silly, and metaphysical way, it works.
Hailing from Italy, the trio that calls themselves Johnny Clash sing in English–usually with a perceptible-but-not-thick accent–redo the entire self-titled debut album by The Clash as if it were sung and arranged by Johnny Cash. There are moments where it just seems weird (“What’s My Name?”) and others where it totally works (“White Riot”). Yeah, you’ll get this album out of curiosity, but if you’re like me, you’ll come back to it again. And again. I’ve already listened straight through three times, and I know I’ll be back. There’s not many albums that can pull me in like that, so … Yeah, this works. This is a good album.
Get it on Amazon here.