MDC: Mein Trumpf: CD

Mar 20, 2018

Just in case you were too busy trying to keep up with the Kardashians to notice, a talking, tweeting, toupee- and tie-wearing, 239 lb. skin tag has sprouted up from the flab of American politics and has seized control of the white house. This giant, bloated orange skin tag crudely apes human behaviors and even shits used McDonald’s into gold-plated toilets. And this neoliberal plutocratic monstrosity now looms over everything—including Kim’s Selfie Kingdom—as the Most Dangerous Idiot to ever stomp on Terra Firma. Make no mistake: this ultimate putz with a childishly confused idea of wealth is a laffing stock that cannot be ignored. That much is not fake news. Thankfully, we have crusty punk dermatologists like MDC’s Dave Dictor who travel our “great again” country with a medicine show featuring all sorts of crude but effective skin tag removal tonics. Mein Trumpf is MDC’s first full length since Magnus Dominus Corpus some thirteen years ago and it presents a hardcore sound with a distinctly metal edge that, at first, made me wonder if I had put on the Crumbsuckers or Gardy Loo by mistake. I guess the trashy three-chord rashy-armpit hardcore of the Millions Of Dead Cops was still stuck in my head. The sound may now be a hardcore-metal hybrid, but the truculent, not-going-to-take-it-anymore attitude is still classic sneering, jeering Dictor, as angrily loquacious as ever. The highlight for me is the instantly classic repurposing of their anthemic “Born to Die” from those aforementioned rashy-armpit days of the band, the main chorus of which has now been revamped to “No Trump, No KKK, No fascist USA.” No question, that song was born to mutate to this crucially topical update, with fangs fully intact. Maybe I’m naïve, but I do still think pissed-off political hardcore like this can make a difference, even at this late date. Punk don’t fail me now. –Aphid Peewit (Primordial,