Still Loud, Still Defiant, Dead Kennedys at Metro Theatre – Eora Land, Sydney 27.09.25 – Backseat Mafia

by wellnessfitpro 02/10/2025

written by wellnessfitpro 02/10/2025

The Dead Kennedys filled the Metro Theatre with a noise and sense of conviction that hasn’t aged out. Original members, guitarist ‘East Bay’ Ray Pepperell and bassist ‘Klaus Flouride’ (Geoffrey Lyall), casually walked on stage to do their own soundchecks, met with cheers from the crowd. Ron ‘Skip’ Greer drove the vocals, and Steve Wilson held it down on drums.

Newcastle’s Boudicca opened with gothic hardcore, jagged, theatrical, and grinning through it. Their set pulled the crowd in early, somewhere between post-punk and metal, all shadow and edge but clearly having as much fun as the packed room in front of them.

By the time the headliners arrived, the floor was ready to cave. The pit wasn’t one age group but all of them, bodies surfing overhead then dropping back into the tangle. The energy was restless, the kind of release people had been waiting for.

The Dead Kennedys have always thrived when the air feels combustible, when systems are buckling and people push back. Right now, Australia’s streets are thick with protest. The country feels divided and worn out. Skip broke the noise with dry humour, introducing himself as being from “the greatest place in the world, the USA.” The crowd shot back boos.

Songs like ‘California Über Alles’, ‘Holiday in Cambodia’, and ‘Police Truck’ hit differently when the world outside feels tense. The anti-n**i gear hung proudly on the merch stand, a reminder the band’s stance and outspokenness hasn’t shifted an inch. In a city where far-right rallies have become semi-routine, that clarity matters.

They reworked ‘MTV Get Off The Air’ into a critique of AI and slipped a brief Taylor Swift riff into ‘Bleed For Me’. The night closed with their cover of ‘Viva Las Vegas’, before tearing through ‘Holiday in Cambodia’ and ‘Chemical Warfare’.

It was loud, messy, direct, exactly how it should be. And in a moment where everything feels fractured, when protest feels constant but change drags its feet, a Dead Kennedys show is the perfect reminder of the power of music in the evolving politics of the world.