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Dangers - Messy, Isn't It?

Dangers doesn’t do anything you haven’t heard before. Other bands, such as Trap Them, 108, and Hope Conspiracy, have written similar screeds. Yet Dangers has a soulful fury lacking in most modern bands. Al Brown perfectly mirrors the violence of the music. His formidable scream is up there with Rob Fish’s or Tim Singer’s. He also demonstrates serious lyrical chops, with sentiments like “Me stuck in traffic after work where each car seems just like a coffin,” and “Schools for facts and figures, schools to multiply the odds of our demise / No child gets left behind, SAT’s to nonox-9 / From juicebox days to Columbine.”

The musicians match the quality of the vocalist. Guitarist Rollie Ulug throws down some serious licks. He hammers out standard power chords, but also sneaks in twists like the strange patterns in “Pyramid of Empties” and “No Vonneguts, No Glory”. His unique melodies throughout set Dangers apart from much of what is happening in hardcore.

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As righteously thrilling as this album is, the ADD in me wishes it reduced the 19 songs down to a modest dozen. It’s 36 minutes, but still would have benefited from some trimming. Nevertheless, Dangers does hardcore right. It’s pissed and honest, and that’s the point.

— Casey Boland

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