Underneath this bookish exterior, there is a gutterpunk just waiting to escape the confines of working for an organization and tear down the patriarchy with a safety pin through my nose and a heavily studded jacket on my back. Until then, I'll be blaring this album full volume from my environmentally conscious car, which I keep a crowbar in just in case.
Ah, the Dead Kennedys, both loved and hated by punks across the globe. Formed in 1978 and from San Francisco, the band has inspired many of punk rocks current roster (Anti-Flag, Faith No More, Rise Against, NoMeansNo, jus to name a few). Their performances were legendary. My teeth haven’t been the same since Jello Biafra kicked me in the face inadvertently in 1984. “Fresh Fruit …” epitomizes the best of the band. The Social Commentary about war (“When Ya Get Drated”), media (“Drug Me”), politics (California Uber Alles”), and America’s polarization of the classes (“Kill The Poor”) are the blueprint for many punk rock records released today.
Willfully under-produced and engineered to be played at high volume, the record shines as a statement of the victims of Reagan’s “Trickle Down Economics” in California in an era of excess, pastel clothing, and “the Dawning of a New Era.”
Fiercely ironic, completely unapologetic punk rock music. Absolute classic.
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