Now entering its startling 48th year as a secret society, and 25th as an internationally touring cabaret, the World/Inferno Friendship Society is more global, actively on-fire, gregarious, and social than ever before in its illustrious history. On the back of its forthcoming seventh full-length LP/sequel to the Anarchist Cookbook, the Society looks to reassume recognition as humanitarian organization, death cult, and punk rock orchestra. The title of the new album, “All Borders Are Porous to Cats,” is both a call to arms to the undocumented and their co-conspirators, and a musical warning to those who police imaginary lines on maps.
The comparisons to W/IFS (dubbed “whiffs” by the venerable Dick Lucas of Subhumans for the swift whiffing sound the band makes while playing their instruments) have been many: The Clash being forced to play wind instruments, Crass on ketamine, or the Buena Vista Social Club if they were not old Cuban men, but a perennially angry collective of East Coast radicals.
It’s not a matter of if, but when the World Inferno is coming to your town, and preparations are simple: your finest evening wear, a complete and utter lack of inhibitions, and a willingness, no, a mandate, to have the finest night of your life. Take a partner in one hand and raise the other in a fist, listen to the rumbling floor toms and the accordion, saxophone, trumpet, violin blare, and welcome the World…Inferno…Friendship…Society!