The Jesus and Mary Chain: Crash And Burn

FEBRUARY 2000. Seventeen months after the corpse of The Jesus And Mary Chain finally stopped twitching. In the claustrophobic interior of London's 12-Bar Club, a jostling, short-tempered crowd watch as William Reid – the most notoriously fucked-up half of that band – steps onto the tiny stage with an acoustic guitar, in the first full solo gig of his life. He starts to play, to sing – but nothing comes out. It's like a stutter, everything in him trapped by nerves, everything he once knew lost. Then he strikes a chord, and he's back.