Review Summary: lol U MAD? 'Cause these guys are.
Give the average person nine and a half minutes to simply state what's on their mind and they probably won't say much of any worth. Ask them to give their general opinions on certain subjects about which they feel strongly and they'll most likely do nothing more than regurgitate some trite commentary on political absurdities or tell you how great their wife and kids are. Perhaps they'll tell you of their penchant for walking their poodle or about their stamp collection. Maybe they'll tell you a tale of freshman year of high school and desperately wanting the senior football quarterback to notice them, but not being able to snag his attention on account of wearing a tee shirt to school as opposed to a short skirt. (I'll omit any names for the reason that I don't want Taylor Swift to feel too offended by the fact that I've labeled her a genuinely typical human being.)
Very fortunately for us,
Dangers' frontman Al Brown is not the average person, at least not when placed in this particular situation. No, Mr. Brown has slightly more substantial things on his mind than awkward high school acne and canine breeding. In the same ten minutes that Jane Doe has filled with a "like, oh my gawd, uh-mazing" discourse on her semi-psychopathic, most likely incestuous four-wheeling boyfriend's Valentine's Day present,
Dangers will cover a little bit more. Take Neo Neo-Nazi's, for example, otherwise known as members of the tumultuous, havoc-inducing group, "F.S.U." (you can figure out what it stands for) To the best of my knowledge, I've never met such an individual and therefore never have I had any reason to hold any grudges against them. Al, on the other hand, has apparently had a rather remorseful encounter with some of these so-aptly named "Neo Neo-Nazi's", for he has included here an 85 second dialogue regarding such typeset people. By "dialogue", I really should say a "scathing and abrasive yet earnest howling which hereby serves to highlight and harbor hatred against the intensely aggressive and overly-masculine ways of said creatures, and one which indubitably strives to verbally tear such people a brand new poop-hole". Needless to say,
Dangers are not down with F.S.U.
Probably on the completely opposite end of the spectrum sits your standard, over-privileged Southern California high school girl who's just dying for social attention and romantic acceptance. It should come as no surprise to find out that
Dangers have some things to say about her as well. The ferocious irony hangs on every disgusted syllable that leaks from Brown's throat: "
Deep in love with love./ Oh sweet, romantic thoughts./Laugh and dance through sweet romance, and cherry-pop your way to popularity." The intense hatred and criticisms found on this EP don't limit themselves only to people, however. Ticketmaster Entertainment, Inc., the company behind ticket sales and venue management for so many big-name and even some more underground events, also falls into Al's line of verbal fire. "
They rape what we love/.../process fee what's ours away,/ no stage is the only stage for me." The intensity level of the angst and anguish found in the words and music of every song never wanes.
Although the musical structure found on this EP rarely abandons its traditional and sometimes frighteningly hardcore basis, the potency and general vehemence of the lyrics still manage to create a well-rounded package. Al's grievances with the world and with society are provocative enough for a listener to enjoy but not overly-grating to the point of sounding whiney. Even with such a brief start-to-finish play time,
Dangers are able to pack enough punch to really spark some thought and fervor in the audience.
