One of my favorite albums and a difining statement in my personal musical journey. The opening statement of the title song grabs you by the balls and doesn't look let go for it's duration. But it in no way prepares you for what's to come; a kitchen sink of styles that sound new and fresh and keep you wondering what plot twist is coming next. But diversity in style isn't enough to make a great album, the songs have to be up to the task, and they most certainly are. London Calling, lost in the supermarket, Spanish Bombs, Rudie Can't Fail, Clampdown, The Gun's of Brixton, Train in Vain. It makes me dizzy thinking about how many great songs there are on London Calling. Finally it's an artistic statement that punk needed to be considered more than just a passing fancy it allowed the young bands of the time and place to flex their artist muscle and ushered in a golden musical era for England and the world. 5 stars