Here in the kitchen of Iron Chef today we have two master chefs of European tradional instrumentation spiced with punk sauce abandonment. First we have Irish Iron Chef The Pogues, Shane MacGowan and a seriously motley crew of roustabouts in classic form. Next is our Central European Iron Chef Ukrainian gyspy (sounds good in the bio, but is this "true"??) pranksters Gogol Bordello. And the secret ingredient today is .... Surrealistic Iconoclasm. Set your timers! Ohmywhatdoesitallmean??? The Pogues still MUY tasty and since I'm a Hispanophile I understand the jokes a little better. WOW a Bull's Head Picasso Guernica visual quote I think, and in front of Gaudi Catalan architecture!! Thank you Shane. Even tearing down the house, you have a love that is undeniable. Bittersweet Irish poetry shards are all over the floor. I wanna wear the bull's head and shout Garcia Lorca poetry to the coming despots. Gogol Bordello? A hangover in progress? Marxist party cabaret? Poisoned eggs for the King's breakfast?? Anyone?