There’s not a moment on District of Dystopia where you don’t feel Jucifer coughing up phlegm and vitriol on you, like a bitter war veteran cast aside by the very people he swore to protect. Whether it’s the lurch and slide of the guitars on “Decapitating the Regime,” the potent crawl and hideous vocals on “Narcissist,” or the more “upbeat” (and calling it that is absolutely pushing it) crust-punk of “Red Summer,” the entire album is different shades of pissed off rage from a couple who are sick of seeing their homeland continuing to commit atrocity after atrocity in the name of freedom.