Jello Biafra and The Guantanamo School of Medicine
ABC, Glasgow, Tue 9 Aug 2011
Slinking onto the stage in a bloody lab coat, Jello Biafra is a gurning, over-acting spectacle from the get-go. As parts of the country continue to smoulder in the wake of widespread rioting, it doesn’t take the former Dead Kennedys frontman long to lunge into a series of typically scathing and blackly comedic tirades, often edging into broader condemnation of tax-dodging phone companies and clueless political leaders – dubbing David Cameron the ‘twit from hell’ and dedicating the sneering ‘Forkboy’ in his honour.
At their best, these lengthy interludes, interspersed between rampant bouts of old school hardcore and twisted surf-rock, are a catalyst for chaos with Biafra and rest of the Guantanamo School of Medicine tirelessly working the crowd for every last minute of the set - which clocks in, encores ‘n’ all, around one and three quarter hours. Truth be told, you’d struggle to find another man in his 50s this side of Iggy and of such doughy physique that can move as consistently and as recklessly as Jello Biafra, albeit with the ageless, ballsy voice to back it up.