Friday, 25 June 2010

What good are dreams if they come true?

Dangers 'Messy, Isn't It?', red /860

Another post about Dangers. 6 posts in and already some repetition, terrible start. This band fucking rules though so never mind.

One of the main things I love about this record over their previous full length 'Anger' is the presentation. I love the photographs used for the dust sleeve, just really cool images of a nice, quaint, little suburban house. They give a completely different feel to the actual content of the record; pessimistic lyrics, a fairly negative title and some very aggressive hardcore punk.

The fold out art sleeve is also fantastic. You can't really tell from the pictures, but it is fucking huge. I think it's like 36 inches long and 24 inches wide, making and already pretting eye catching image even more striking. Also the lyrics scrawled on the back are awesome that size (note the CD that comes with it, thought that was a very nice touch).

The record itself is a very awesome shade of red, it's like a very slightly darkened cherry red.

Once again, I completely adore the lyrics to this. Al Brown is a godamn lyrical genius, so honest and introverted, so negative. The opening track 'Stay At Home Mom' sets the tone of the record, with the first line very bluntly being 'Why didn't you kill yourself today?'. There is also a track that features a poem by a writer called Richard Brautigan, who I am not familiar with, but it's a pretty sweet audio poem that has a bunch of other records of people giving it their own rendition layered over the top of it.

Here's the lyrics to 'Stay At Home Mom' to give an idea of the tone of this album:

Why didn’t you kill yourself today?
What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray
Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart?
How Anne Hathaway,
How Peg Bundy
Thou art.
Hey Sugar:
Prove to me that the air you breathe
Wasn’t better served by the leaves of a tree.
You’re but a breeder,
Tax break receiver
With menopause sweats
A TV tray and a mosh pit son
Who wastes the marrow of his bones
Jumping into these drums.
Please tell him:
Don’t stand so (no)
Don’t stand so (close)
Don’t stand so close to me.
See, I know your children
Because I’ve been your children
And us children, hopeful children
Ain’t worth the stretch marks baby.
‘Cause we may sing these songs of protest,
Cast our ballots, too
Forgo meat and
Ride our bikes and
Get our band’s stupid tattoo
But it means nothing,
When we get eaten by the sun.
Que sera
Que sera
For, whatever there is will soon be all gone.
So what’s wrong
With a song
That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long?
A purpose?
You want a reason?
Stop believing.
Or stop needing the answers.
There are no answers
Except the sun, the sun, the sun.
While you sit on your couch
And wait up for your boy
We’re polluting his mind with this

Well this is getting long, time to end. Fantastic band, hope they make it to the UK sometime.

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