by GE 138.
Ya know, if you can just get past the fact that Jello Biafra is a terrible, horrible, nasty troll of a human being who ripped off his ex-bandmates for millions and millions of dollars and then lied in a lawsuit about it and about writing all the music and lyrics for all of the Dead Kennedys recorded output just so he wouldn't have to share the bands profits with people he once considered friends, well then I guess you can still listen to his recorded output without gagging and feeling greasy and sleazy while doing so, and I'm glad you can do it because I sure can't, and I once used to worship the ground the guy walked on fer Christ's sake, even following the band on tour in '83 because I was that enthralled with the man but I digress. What I'm trying to say is that I can't separate the Man from the Criminal, like some people can't do that with R Kelly or even with Michael Jackson. Songs that were once top hits no longer can be heard the same way by some people once you know what a scumbag that person is that sang that big hit, and that's how I am with Jello Biafra right now. Phooey.
Not that there's anything really good or interesting on here worth justifying my not liking of this release from Jello Biafra And The Guantanamo School Of Medicine. Even the bands name is as dated as their music sounds. It's the same over-hyped layered vocals (Biafra loves the sound of his own voice that's for sure) played over regurgitated, soft, limp industrial Metal beats, with Biafra spewing off lyrically on gawd knows what subject and showing off his Zappa like nuances by trying to be weird just for the sake of being weird and mixing things up by being so high falutin' and arrogant with his musical stylings. Leave the white boy Reggae to those who do it well, please viejo. I mean, everything on here is just a regurgitation of something he's done before much better - 1st song Satan's Combover is California Uber Alles played differently, 2nd song People With Too Much Time On Their Hands is Bozo Skeleton structured differently, 3rd song A Boring Day Is What I Need is simply Triumph Of The Swill but much much slower, etc. etc., blah blah blah. To someone like me who's heard him do all this before much better with his collaborations with Nomeansno and D.O.A. and Al Jourgensen, which were much more interesting, then maybe you can see how this release is just boring boring boring to somebody like me, but I think that Jello Biafra makes music nowadays just to receive all the love and adoration from his pack of fanbois who love everything he does and swallows all his output like mana from Heaven rather than making music that's good. Look, I'm not wishing for the reinvention of the wheel here, but would it be so hard for Jello Biafra to act like he gives a shit about anything except moving units and having a product to push when touring opens up again. Would it be too much for him to put out something good musically or at least interesting? Guess so. He's been stuck in this rut for a while now. Blah. It's truly a sad thing when you live long enough to see your Heroes become everything they said they wouldn't become, and me watching Jello Biafra fall from Grace as hard as he has, is just heartbreaking. He who fucks Nuns will later join the Church indeed! 😎
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