words: Paulo Carmona (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Telma Mota
Just kids. Some because they were it, some because they had been it. From 16 to 70, all were represented. Like recicled teenagers, unrestrained, in frantic rodeo mode. Parody, fun, good mood and peaceful provocation, mixed with punk rock and classic hardcore, served in a cold sweat-sour typical of that generation, was what Dead Kennedys brought on their luggage and spilled, at once, on stage. We have a video of the raw punkness on our insta instagram.com/mondobizarremagazine/
It was impossible to remain indifferent to all the human warmness. Interactivity and symbiosis between band and audience. Those waiting for punk is not dead spirit got it, in double serving, with jumps, screams, crowd surfing and mosh among heat and sweat.
The Dead Kennedys run through all their landmark songs, from Police Truck through Kill the Poor, Too Drunk To Fuck, Nazi Punks, to Holiday in Cambodia, with endless energy. Only after a few verbal outbursts an stings realized most of the audience understood English perfectly well.
East Bay Ray (guitar) and Klaus Flouride (bass), Dead Kennedys’ main core, were up to the demands, interacting with the audience when necessary. Steve Wilson, on drums, gave it all to be at D.H. Peligro’s level, and did it very well, not withdrawing from remember the band’s late drummer.
Above all, the concert showed punk spirit is alive and well, and it’s transversal to several generations, and still a war cry against oppression and oppressors. As for old people? Which old people? I saw none. What else?…
Mondo Bizarre Magazine 