The Clash also stand about, waiting to do their soundcheck, but their sound is so turbulent and chaotic that it’s difficult to see how a soundcheck might help them. They are dressed in clannish school uniforms and they look cruel next to the potting-shed pottiness of Buzzcocks. This night of December 9th 1976 is the start of a drawn-out process of easing myself away; no more soundchecks – unless they were my own.

Fra Morrissey’s Autobiography.