Review Summary: "I come here to watch the planes as they come and go/she smogs my air and salts my sea and reminds me that I’m home."
Just barely clocking over the 12 minute mark, this 6-song EP comes and goes quickly with a fierce strike on your neck and leaves you on the ground before walking away for more people to attack.
This time, the sound has been stripped a little further; There are no extra effects, no samples, no sax-interludes, etc., just the four band members doing what they know. That said, some tinkering has been made; According to the band, "The record is, we hope, a midway point between everything we have done and where we intend to go", and, while Dangers have never exactly re-invented the Hardcore genera (Nor do they need to), they do have clear signs of a desire to move forward (If the huge jump in sound between
Anger and
Messy, Isn't It? wasn't proof already), and while the advance here isn't massive, it is there; The sound of the riffing now generally feels somewhat more dense and metallic through out the first couple of songs, while the drumming has received a good increase in complexity and speed. Meanwhile, the lyrics retain the almost-poetic nature found in
Messy, but are generally less ambigious this time around. However, the biggest moment of the album, for better or worse, lies in its title track. As the longest track in the album, it begins with a somewhat alternative rock-y riff (That also sounds slightly reminiscent of the intro riff from "Smells Like Teen Spirit") before Al enters with his increasingly cryptic lyrics before the rest of the band explodes in. The verses are slow moving and held together by Al's wailing voice while the guitars take over during the choruses with their catch-y riffing, marking one of Dangers' few uses of the regular "Verse-Chorus-Verse" structure. It has a strangely old-meets-new feel to it, which adds up to the number of references towards many 90s-to-70s artists who in some way or another helped shape punk, perhaps signifying that the song is a homage to the older days of punk and rock.
The rest of the EP, for the most part, stays as a small deviation from business-as-usual coming from Dangers, but, if you are a big fan of them (Like I am), that is all you need to be satisfied: Another relentless and down-to-earth beating that makes you want to f
uck sh
it up everywhere in your room. And that's all you could ask for. At least, for now.
