Dangers - Messy, isn't it?

Woah, woah, woah. Hang on. This record is gonna make you feel like you just got run over by a train (or a truck, if you dig Graf Orlock references). In case you didn't guess from the cover, Dangers don't play brit-pop. They play very angry, straight-to-your-face hardcore. And when I say angry, I mean absolutely pissed off.

"You are going to die / Your parents, your children / They're all going to die / Slow, painful / With a methadone drip". Full of hope, isn't it? Dangers are not here to please you. Death, suicide, illnesses, drugs, dooms, their lyrics won't cheer you up. And they couldn't care less. Vegan, straight-edge and politically committed as most of their peers, the Californian four-piece want you to know what a shame for the human kind you are. The content sure is tactless, but the attacks on our society and lifestyle are full of well-thought and outspoken references and definitely worth reading (cause they're hard to hear, you know): "No this ain’t the apocalypse / It’s the way shit has always been / From Sodom to Saddam / Attila to Tienenmen / A quarter million years of human being / A quarter million years as a human stain / We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains / And leave the rest up to cocaine". Since their 2006's full-length debut, Dangers haven't changed the determination contained in their hardcore and the only things that surprised me are some of the guitar work ('I'll clap when I'm impressed') and the interlude '(Love poem)' at the end of the record. It consists in the superposition of voices reading hippie/beatnik writer Richard Brautigan's 'Love poem', which is only made of one sentence: "It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them anymore". After some research, I found that the original idea was the poet's himself, as on the album 'Listening to Richard Brautigan' where he reads his writings, 'Love poem' is read by eighteen of his friends. I was a bit disappointed, but the idea is nonetheless excellent.

'Messy, isn't it?', just like his predecessor 'Anger', doesn't bear its name by chance. It's a furious record that will grab your throat and won't let go before the end of its 37 minutes and 18 seconds (for 19 tracks, so quite long) of violence spread. Al's vocals are some of my favorites in the current scene. I think it's a little bit below 'Angers', but it's still, to quote some blog guy (let yourself be heard if you're reading this), pissedtacular.

4/5

Recommanded if you like:
Trash Talk, Lewd Acts, Ghostlimb
Check also:
Badmouth, Don't Trip, What Life Is

www.wearedangers.bandcamp.com
(Self-released, 2010)