Odor followed, upping the ante of energy from the crowd. At the end of their set they offered CDs to the audience, and at the sound of the word "free", the punks all piled up at the front of the stage without hesitation.
Warcola, who have gained infamy locally by opening for acts such as The Casualties, provided what I think is the most enthusiastic punk act I've ever seen. The drummer's expression looked like he simply couldn't contain his joy at being there. Pair that jovial face with hardcore punk music blaring in your face, and it makes for a pretty interesting experience.
Restarts were the last opening band, who changed things up by infusing ska here and there in their songs. They also gave one of the most memorable performances by playing a song about evolution and encouraging fans to dance like monkeys. New York Dolls come to mind, anyone?
Finally MDC took the stage, fronted by Dave Dictor. They were far from disappointing. The kids nearly knocked over two giant speakers at the front of the stage, driven completely mad by the intense music and Dictor's critical lyrics. The bassist broke a string at one point, so Dictor took that brief oppurtunity to sing a last minute version of S.K.I.N.H.E.A.D., a song that criticizes racist skinheads with perfect humor. Finally came the one song that everyone wanted to hear, John Wayne Was a Nazi. I don't think it's necessary to add that the punks in the front were uncontrollable at that point.
It was definitely an unforgetable night, filled with injuries and dancing and lots of beer. Like so many shows I've seen recently, the opening bands proved to be fantastic, but the headlining band was absolutely mind blowing.