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Label: Optional Music
Holiday In Cambodia.mp3
Before the mother hen hatched all its Chicken Littles who stink up puke rock with their never-ending clucking about the “sky is falling” and demanding that everyone conform to their pre-fabricated anxiety; before the army of diaper men started issuing its series of pseudo-defiant declarations that the emperor wears no clothes (and buy a ticket to visit our nude beach collective and join in on the booing at the startling evidence); before every barn dance got hijacked by the league of over-educated-under-experienced babysitters and turned into a mandatory college course on the subject of successfully interjecting crypto-communism into conversations about the competitive collecting of cereal box tops. Before all that yap-and-lapse, the future president of punk at one time had an inkling about punk rejectionism; not the selective, fake rejectionism that tries to bottleneck everyone into preferring to eat the side-of-the-road dogshit topped with the most spices, but a gut instinct rejectionism more like a handful caltrops strewn across the road of progress-at-any-cost. These are two of those distant, much missed entries.
This is the first time that I’ve heard Holiday in Cambodia in a while; I would be lying if I didn’t say that it still sends shivers up and down my spine.
This was Peter at his most eloquent. Of course this record is common, but when I told my Irish Catholic mother I was homosexual, the name Dead Kennedys shifted attention away from my fudge-packing. For that, it’s always liberating.
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