The Joan Jett albums you should definitely own

The Runaways - Queens of Noise (Mercury, 1977)

Capturing a band at the peak of their powers while teetering on the brink of collapse, Queens of Noise stands as The Runaways’ defining statement. An increasingly fraught relationship with manager/producer Kim Fowley saw Earle Mankey installed behind the board. Markey brought sonic muscle, Lita Ford brought metal chops and Jett and Currie’s power struggle did the rest. 

As the former secured the prized lead vocal on the titanic title track and combined Alice Cooper drama with Shangri-La’s sass on glorious set-piece Born To Be Bad, the latter countered with proto-hair ballads Midnight Music and Heartbeat. Who won? We all did.

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll (Boardwalk, 1981) 

Jett originally recorded The Arrows’ I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll with ex-Pistols Paul Cook and Steve Jones in ‘79. It crept out as a B-side and disappeared, but when revived with the newly recruited Blackhearts as the first single (and centrepiece) of her second solo album, it exploded. 

A US Number One for seven weeks, it was an instant classic. Its accompanying album matched perfectly pitched covers (The Halos’ Nag, Tommy James And The Shondells’ Crimson And Clover) with self-penned scorchers (Love Is Pain, and a reclamation of The Runaways’ You’re Too Possessive), defining Jett’s oeuvre

The Runaways - The Runaways (Mercury, 1976)

Contrary to popular belief, Joan Jett was always as much The Runaways’ lead vocalist as Cherie Currie, and the band’s principal songwriter. Currie may have fronted Cherry Bomb, the closest they came to a hit – in an eye-catching bleach ‘n’ basque combo – but it was Jett that co-wrote it (with Kim Fowley). As a debut’s opener, it’s a cracker. 

Swiftly followed by Jett-fronted riff monster You Drive Me Wild it sets out The Runaways’ stall perfectly, but while positively seething with promise, Runaways is no Queens Of Noise. Hoodlum drama Dead End Justice delivers, but Lou Reed’s Rock ‘n’ Roll’s mere filler

Joan Jett - Bad Reputation (Blackheart/Boardwalk, 1981) 

Recorded on the hoof on borrowed studio credits by producer Kenny Laguna following the break-up of The Runaways with whoever was handy (The Roll-ups, ex-Pistols, Blondie’s Clem Burke and Frank Infante), Bad Reputation started out self-financed, eponymous and sold from the boot of Laguna’s car. 

It became the template for all that followed. Sneer-lipped, self-assured, assertive originals and Jett-propelled covers of half-forgotten jukebox greats (not least Lesley Gore’s You Don’t Own Me given extra heft in the bollocks department by Cook and Jones) combined to enduring effect.

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Album (Epic, 1983)

Clearly brimming with post-I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll confidence and creativity, Joan Jett only reached for the security blanket of a cover twice on Album (Bobby Lewis’ Tossin’ And Turnin’ and Sly Stone’s Everyday People). 

The Jett/Laguna songwriting team, occasionally bolstered by Blackhearts’ guitarist Ricky Byrd, were firing on all cylinders and bringing a degree of pop sophistication to the ballsy glammed-up trad rock that lay at the core of the Jett’s MO.  Fake Friends burst from the speakers in style, Handyman sparked with frustration and Coney Island Whitefish deployed the one-word chorus: ‘Scumbag’. Prime Jett.

Evil Stig - Evil Stig (Blackheart, 1995)

Following the rape and murder of The Gits’ vocalist Mia Zapata, Joan Jett joined forces with surviving members Matt Dresdner, Steve Moriarty and Joe Spleen, to form Evil Stig. They initially planned to perform a benefit show to continue funding the investigation into the killing, but with Laguna producing the quartet made an album of, primarily, Gits songs. 

Grunge/ Grrrl icon Jett is clearly in her element, her inner punk entirely off the leash (she fell in love with the scene on the Runaways ‘77 UK tour) she assaults the material with electrifying, visceral rage. A glimpse of what might have been.

The Runaways - Waitin’ For The Night (Mercury, 1977)

The rebuilt post-Cherie Currie, post-Jackie Fox, four-piece Runaways (with Vicki Blue on bass) stare shell-shocked from their third album cover like four startled rabbits in headlights. 

Jett had emerged victorious from the reshuffle; of Waitin’ For The Night’s 10 songs she had written eight to lead guitarist Lita Ford’s two. Consequently, Jett toughness was predominant, leaving the LP too punky for the US mainstream, and not punky enough for the UK underground. 

And Ford’s roughhouse pyro-metal? Too early for the NWOBHM. Whatever, time’s been kind, and Little Sister, Wasted and School Days all sound better now than ever.

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Up Your Alley (Blackheart/Polydor, 1988) 

It’s been a while since you’ve had a hit, you have a tidy budget, Desmond Child’s co-written your first track/lead single – I Hate Myself For Loving You – and he’s sitting in the producer’s chair next to team player Kenny Laguna. Former Rolling Stone Mick Taylor is on hand with a guitar solo and it’s 1988. 

What do you do? If you’re Joan Jett, you insist that all concerned apply themselves to making a record that sounds like Gary Glitter circa 1974. Bang! US Number 8. And that’s why Joan Jett’s a genius. Elsewhere, 80s opulence gets a bit much, but that opener? Gold.

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth (Epic, 1984) 

Kicking off with a re-recorded Cherry Bomb, Glorious Results (Jett’s fourth solo LP) isn’t afraid to squeeze every drop of the bleeding obvious from the Blackhearts’ ongoing mission. 

A formidable production crew (including Chris Kimsey and Jimmy Iovine) more than meet requirements and Glorious Results would be higher rated if the same rabbit hadn’t been pulled from the same hat before, but then, this was quite the rabbit. 

Hold Me is probably Jett’s best original ballad to date and a swashbuckling assault on The Belmonts’ I Need Someone is worth the price of admission alone.

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - The Hit List (Chrysalis, 1990)

There comes a time in every Joan Jett aficionado’s devotion when the words ‘enough with the covers already’ echo involuntarily into the ether. And that time normally comes about half way through The Hit List. 

Jett’s strength lies in breathing rock life into long forgotten bonbons from the late fifties and early sixties: street corner R’n’B; soda fountain schmaltz with a side order of turned-up-leatherjacket-collar doowop, but making lumpen rock (AC/DC, ZZ Top, Jimi Hendrix and The Doors) yet more lumpen? No one wants that. File under ‘thanks but no thanks’ along with the Ramones’ Acid Eaters.