Best of The Jam anyone?

#1
Continuing the musical theme, what's everyone's favourite from The Jam?

Mine's got to be A Town Called Malice. Starting to educate the sprogs (aged two and three) and when I put that on they start bouncing around the room like a pair of lunatics.
 
#2
anything by weller gets my vote, apart from a couple of dodgey moments in the style council.

going underground

down in the tube station at midnight

funeral pyre

butterfly collector

English rose ... beautiful song

eton rifles..

i saw him live last christmas and the f*cking roof came off when he played a town called malice, loads of blokes in their mid 30's with feather cuts and wearing parkas going mental with misty eyes ... cracking stuff.
 

cpunk

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#3
Saw the Jam at the old Hammersmith Odeon back in 1980 when I was a bouncer. Spent three consecutive evenings carrying wrecked seats and wrecked fans out as all their skinheeeed fans kicked off. Great gigs though!
 

Rod924

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#5
Saw them at the Apollo Manchester c1981. Fan-fcuking-tastic.
 
#6
Funny that, I've just put the whole Jam discography on my iPod.

The Jam are and always have been one of my favourite bands.

My favourite tracks have to be

A Bomb in Wardour Street
Eton Rifles
A Town Called Malice
Going Undeground
Start!

Agree that English Rose is an absolutely beautiful song - definitely one of Paul Wellers best.

I saw them as a kid back in 81(?) not long before they spilt up. I was gutted when they went their seperate ways. The Style Council was okay but not a patch on The Jam.
 
#7
Not a huge jam fan but i do like Going Underground or Eton Rifles. Pre paul weller dissapearing up his own arrse days.
 
#11
Gunny Highway said:
That’s Entertainment. Guitar version. Reminds me of the early 80’s, the long summers, lazing around listening to music.
Gunny - you have it in a nutshell what the Jam is for me as well mate.
 
#12
Gunny Highway said:
That’s Entertainment. Guitar version. Reminds me of the early 80’s, the long summers, lazing around listening to music.
poetry set to an acoustic guitar mate.

a police car and a screaming siren
pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
a baby wailing stray dog howling
the screech of brakes and a lamp light blinking
that's entertainment

a smash of glass and a rumble of boots
electric train and a ripped up phone booth
paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
lights going out and a kick in the balls
thats entertainment

days of speed and slow time mondays
p1ssing down with rain on a boring wednesday
watching the news and not eating your tea
freezin cold flat and damp on the walls
thats entertainment

waking up at 6:00am on a cool warm morning
opening the window and breathing in petrol
amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
watching the telly and thinking bout your holidays
thats entertainment

waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
hot summers day and sticky back tarmac
feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away
that's entertainment

two lovers kissing 'mongst the scream of midnight
two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
getting in a cab and travellin on buses
reading the graffiti 'bout slashed seat affairs
thats entertainment

Paul Weller 1980.
 
#14
Little Boy Soldiers

Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
What have you done for me.

You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
No you want me to help you out.

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.

I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.

Think of honour, Queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.

Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.

Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.

We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.

It was done beneath the flag of democracy,
You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do -
yes I do -

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them well what's the point,
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat

With a letter to your mum

Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note -
to say he won.


http://www.thejam.org/
 
#15
ANYTHING prior to Style Council gets my vote. After Style Council, Paul went a bit 'Sting' and took it all a bit too serious IMHO.

(Digging out my Bowling shoes, Harrington and roundel lapel badge as we speak...)
 
#17
Duck Dodgers said:
Gunny Highway said:
That’s Entertainment. Guitar version. Reminds me of the early 80’s, the long summers, lazing around listening to music.
Gunny - you have it in a nutshell what the Jam is for me as well mate.
At the time the words seemed to sum up the early 80's with the Thatcher Gov' in power. Also 'English Rose', another classic. And as an angry young 16 year old scooter boy, fight dancing to 'Funeral Pyre' in the local nite club!
 
#19
Teenage years in the local disco.

Youth club, no bar, sweeties in the shop, bottle of cheap cider passed between 20 before you got in, two-tone skirt, a page boy hair cut, exact shape of my brothers spare helmet, (don't say it), enough eyeliner to cause permanent eye damage, sticky lino dance floor covering, boys to the right, girls to the left, no-one talking to them until the last dance then copping off with my brothers mate, the 80's, The Jam, Madness, The specials, The Undertones, Blondie and a mass of others... God I'm getting old but the music still kicks ARRSE!!!

Beebs :?
 

cpunk

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#20
blessed baby cakes said:
Teenage years in the local disco.

Youth club, no bar, sweeties in the shop, bottle of cheap cider passed between 20 before you got in, two-tone skirt, a page boy hair cut, exact shape of my brothers spare helmet, (don't say it), enough eyeliner to cause permanent eye damage, sticky lino dance floor covering, boys to the right, girls to the left, no-one talking to them until the last dance then copping off with my brothers mate, the 80's, The Jam, Madness, The specials, The Undertones, Blondie and a mass of others... God I'm getting old but the music still kicks ARRSE!!!

Beebs :?
Yeah yeah yeah, pound to a pinch of sh1te you were shang-a-lang-ing along to the grotesque Bay City Rollers along with all the other tartan proto-chavs :lol:
 

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