Jobcenterfotzen

You know the scene. Tuesday morning job center appointment. You show up on time with everything organized, and your caseworker arrives late with an unbuttoned shirt reeking of beer. Die toten Crackhuren im Kofferraum made a song about this specific hell. Jobcenterfotzen—I won’t translate it—comes with a music video that looks like a documentary from some parallel bureaucratic nightmare: decrepit computers, dead-eyed workers, hallways that trap you forever. The only way out is a lottery win or a jump from the window.

It’s their first single in five years from an album called Bitchlifecrisis. Die toten Crackhuren are Germany’s last actual RIOTGRRRRL band—electro-clash mixed with post-punk and old experimental German rock, trap aesthetics, sometimes rappers, all of it deliberately ugly and offensive. The band name, the song titles, everything’s meant to make you uncomfortable. It’s not the kind of irony that keeps you at distance. They actually despise the systems that grind people down and want you to despise them too, but without the false comfort of thinking anything changes. Just the spite and the dark laughter.