In a time in
which Bad Religion hang out with Britney Spears, Pink and Rancid help
each others' careers, there's a tremendous need for provoking albums
like "Magnus Dominus Corpus" ("Corpses of the
ultimate dominators"), whose real title is internally called
"Millions of Dead Contractors".
Tight raw anarcho-Punk, sometimes veined with Hardcore, soaked with
lyrics against or deriding new targets such as G.W., George Washington,
Donald Rumsfeld, Hollywood stars, poseur punks; or also old enemies
(Nazis, girls so despisable that make many queers, Western way of life
devoted to capitalism oblivious to spirituality and relations, and so
forth); or more: lyrics about bullying heads, colleagues, neighbors,
passers by, quarter bosses, limitless and mindless pollution by all
nations killing thousands continuously, leading to extinction several
animal species faster and faster, if not even mercilessly hunted down
by folks vilely hiding behind excuses like research, containment of
the species, or indigenous traditions. Of course the main issue couldn't
be omitted this time either, therefore we got "Let's Kill All
the Cops" and "No More Cops".
The seventh full-length by Million Dead Cops (the acronym assumed different
meanings thru the years, More Dead Cops, Millions of Damn Christians,
Millions of Dead Children, Missile Destroyed Civilization, Metal Devil
Cokes and Multi-Death Corporations), produced by Don Fury, doesn't change
a single word what expressed in the previous works, so the influences
and likenesses remain Big Boys, Blak Flag, Circle Jerks, D.O.A., Dead
Kennedys, the Dicks, the Dwarves, Minor Threat, the first Offenders'
singles, while No Fraud resemblences are audible in "Let's Kill
All the Cops", as well as to Negazione and Kina ("Prime
Evil"), and even No Means No (partially in "Walking
on Thin Ice").
The songs are glued one to another in order to elevate the impact of
the assault, whereas a fair balance between British school Punk as well
as the New York one that are portrayed song by song is guaranteed throughout
all the album; this way the eighteen tracks do not overweight nor bore
after a few listens. By the way, there's also place for a tribute to
the incorruptible godfather of Punk ("Timmy Yo") and
a mordant ballad, "Ballad of G.W.".
The only shame resides in the Texan commie quartet's scarce skill. obviously
no-one's so ingenuous to ask for that from a Punk band, but in "Prick
Faced Bastard" it is them who try to insert a guitar and a
drum solo with awful results: the two musicians go at different speeds
and don't match each other very well; and please don't come tell me
that this was a desired effect, because not even a child would believe
that; it's just a bad session that they should have re-recorded till
achieving a better take. Besides this, the remaining compositions are
destined to remain relevant for a great deal of years to come at the
same time without making older scene fans unsatisfied. Today's main
message is yet important and must be appreciated no matter what your
political views are: open your eyes to the millions of lies that are
told us everyday to justify more and more injustices by the establishment!...
MARKUS GANZHERRLICH - 20th September 2005