
A frantic, bitter farewell of high-velocity hardcore. Searing surf-guitar twang meets Jello Biafra's most acidic, theatrical critiques of Reagan-era America.
1986 · Let Them Eat Vinyl
Bedtime for Democracy feels like a band sprinting toward a finish line they know is actually a brick wall. It is the sound of exhaustion transformed into pure, kinetic energy. Recorded in the shadow of a draining obscenity trial, the music is faster and more jagged than their previous work, stripping away the psychedelic flourishes of Frankenchrist in favor of a lean, mean hardcore attack. Jello Biafra’s vocals are at their most cartoonishly vitriolic, vibrating with a nervous energy that suggests a man who has seen too much and has very little time left to say it all.
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The production is built around compressed loud than this artist usually allows.
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