Jello Biafra is everywhere. He is a protester outside Wall Street Stock Exchange, a Palestinian labour, a Hollywood pizza delivery boy, an Afghanistan citizen. He eats and breaths political activism and east-coast punk would be too weak without him.
The Guantanamo School of Medicine is supporting well his vibratos with good old school punk riffs, raw enough to make you leave your sofa and hit the streets. And this is exactly what these lads are intending to do. For a generation brought up with two wars, for an hypnotized generation, awakening through music will always be an issue. Fortunately, Jello Biafra is doing the dirty job for years and his messages are clear.
If you follow Biafra since his Dead Kennedys days you already know why you are going to listen to this album. If you don’t, it’s never too late.