One hardcore album that will take posession of its victims. Be warned after constant exposure to this contaigon, thoughts will change and life will become "different". I was bitten whilst squatting in Kreutzberg. The symptoms were; Blistering burning visceral rage, with screams emanating from the vinyl shattering buildings, rolling over cars, burning banks/takeaways, bending bridges and cracking motorways. MDC fire that poison arrow into the heart of the morass, then it howls with the wolf. After that; I just can't get enough.
The hammer drill relentless deluge eventually leaves the listener purged, cleansed and tingling with ice and fire. Enobled with the full knowledge the lunatics wish to take the asylum and erase it. There is no equivalent; fast, relentless and metronomic in exactitude, hysterical in its precision. Searing psychological and political observations dissect then expose institutional power systems. All stitched together with violence showering those perceived as weaker, it is sonic Gold. Do you really want to hurt me? Of course they do.
Cultural icons as parodies of virtue, John Wayne at the front, Marion Morrison hide behind the macho man, fragmenting from idyllic revenge to die a horrible slow cancerous death. The Duke is celebrated here for his vacuity.
Play loud; this snarls with the accuracy of an AK47 peppering rapid staccato fire into the soft gut of institutional failure.
After its finished a constant spin is needed for a full recovery.
A legacy of the 80's; this is the real planet earth.