The hardest record by the Dead Kennedys, which certainly needs little review here. Famous songs, clear announcements, provocative and brute or as Ned Ragett from allmusic puts it briefly: "Arguably the sheer speed and lack of any subtlety throughout most of this eight-song EP means there's less to talk about in terms of deathless songs and more in the way of sheer breathless anger and rage." Even the album name is a punch to the American heart and the great cover, created by Winston Smith, reflects perfectly the emotional intensity and dissatisfaction of Jello & Co. in these days and makes this little mini-album one of the best the DK's made, in my opinion. A fucking explosion and who has heard this splendid music once will never be the same again. The Dead Kennedys are and will remain an icon of American Punk and are still my top favorites from the San Francisco Area.
