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Before they were famous: U2

The man who gave U2 their first record deal remembers one of the band's early shows: "They’re a mess. Except for the singer, who is absolutely riveting"

It’s June 1979 and I’m in McGonagles – a tacky Dublin nightclub where a punk band is thrashing about underneath the plastic palm trees. They’re called U2 and, to be frank, they’re a mess. Except for the singer, who is absolutely riveting. You can’t hear a word he’s singing but he has all the moves and more. And I don’t mean the standard rock’n’roll shapes favoured by Dublin’s current man of the moment, Phil Lynott. What this teenage kid has at his fingertips are so many thespian theatrics you might think he’d taken lessons in Jacobean tragedy from Ian McKellen.

I shout in my companion’s ear: “That guy’s either going to be another Sensational Alex Harvey or another David Bowie.”

Little did I know he’d turn into Bono and be bigger than both of them put together!

It is my job as A&R scout for CBS Records (now Sony BMG) which brings me to Ireland – the victim of a guerrilla campaign that U2’s manager Paul McGuinness has been waging on the company ever since his band started tearing up the Emerald Isle some six months previously. And while what I’m hearing doesn’t convince me, what I see prompts me to return a couple of weeks later and give the guys a second chance.

This time Bono isn’t just riveting, he’s a revelation – bobbing and weaving and whooping, his voice soaring high in the mix. At his side, playing broken open chords without the benefit of the echo box that would eventually become his trademark, The Edge suggests that he too might be a cut above the average with a six-string razor.

Earlier I’d spent the afternoon with the band at Adam Clayton’s parents’ house and been read the rock gospel according to U2.

“Rock’n’roll’s always been about rebellion, hasn’t it? Elvis Presley in the 1950s and then bands like The Rolling Stones in the 60s with their long hair and their drugs,” Bono told me earnestly. “The trouble is it’s all become such a stock image. It makes me sick because if you start talking about anything else, like innocence or something, people don’t want to know. It frightens them.”

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Not me. I’m mightily impressed. Back in London I persuade my boss Muff Winwood that we should cut some demos, with me producing, which CBS can release as a single in Ireland, before deciding whether we want to do the worldwide deal which McGuinness craves. So it is that Windmill Lane Studios is booked for two overnight sessions during August Bank Holiday 1979, and the tracks (Out Of Control, Stories For Boys and Boy/Girl) which will make up their first EP U2 Three finally get recorded.

Around about four in the morning on that first night Bono and I nearly come to blows as the recording session becomes somewhat fraught. Me being a bloody Londoner and all. But that’s another story for another day.

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