Punk, the story goes, revived straight-ahead, guitar-heavy rock--and yet, in many Clash standards, the rhythm section seems key and guitar is relegated to a secondary role, adding texture, reinforcing the beat, etc. That's not the case here--not by a long shot. Muddy, wild guitar playing is splattered all over this song, and Jones refuses to stop soloing and simply lay down the melody. Which leads to a duel between Strummer's voice and Jones's guitar: both are frantic, scratchy, and excessive, and both demand the spotlight. But Jones's playing is just too much, and Strummer yields again and again, holding up his singing, and the song as a whole, and allowing another frenzied shot of guitar noise to voice the yearning for a riot--for storming the street, feeling the of the crowd throb around you, and releasing pent-up energy driven by the allure of destruction. It's time to throw aside the caution of the caucasian, the guitar tells us. It's time. Honkies of the world, unite!