Dead Kennedys - Live at the Deaf Club

Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 6 September 2005 - Print Version

Recorded on the 3rd March, 1979.

(Two of the songs you would actively have heard before, albeit in a different form: "Straight A's" and "Short Songs" appearing as different mixes on Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death.)

I don't know if it's because the band knew this particular gig was being recorded but the performances seem a little flat and certainly not as unrestrained as some other live shows floating around. To their credit, however, the songs are all amazing - of course, you would certainly expect no less from a band like the Dead Kennedys. However, this point raises one question, perhaps two: why listen to Live at the Deaf Club when you own the studio albums? And, is it still worth buying? The latter answers also the former: yes, if only for the fact that it marks the last performance of Dead Kennedys as a five-piece. Or, perhaps you should buy it for the inclusion of the 6025 penned "Gaslight," which was previously unreleased. Or, perhaps even for the earlier version of "When You Get Drafted," then called "Back in Rhodesia."

Me, I bought it for the disco version of "Kill the Poor."

Enjoy.

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