aaamusic | On 18, Sep 2011

At this point, dear reader, I have not listened to Australian miscreants Dangerous!’s (Christ alive, spell-check does not like this band…) album yet, but I have a feeling that based on the first two singles I can correctly predict the album will be a metric fuckton of fun, but with no real staying power. It will have riffs pilfered from garage bands the world over, singer Tommy Loft will shred his vocal chords like a werewolf version of Nic Cester of Jet fame and the whole thing will get very old very, very quickly. Their may or may not also be a token “Slow” number to prove that there’s more to them than fun time riffs and screams, but then again they’re probably savvy enough to know that, chances are, there really isn’t. So without further ado, I shall listen to the debut album from Dangerous! Right….Now!

 

Well whaddya know. Turns out that the first two singles were merely red herrings and the rest of the album is made up of subdued, heartfelt, dubstep infused dreamwave that contains profound musings on… yeah alright, it was exactly I thought it was going to be, twelve slices of jumped up sixties garage rock with singer Tommy Loft shredding his vocal chords with precisely no difference between one track and the next. In fact I was only wrong about two things, first there was no slow track, and secondly, it was far from anything resembling fun in any way one can think of.

 

There’s no real point in singling out tracks because they all sound identical, save for perhaps the opening thirty seconds to midpoint of the album Poppies, which has a vaguely Doors-y, psychedelic feel and is genuinely interesting until it staggers back in to the warm comfort zone of a power chord riff and propulsive drums. Beyond that thirty second oasis of interest there is very little of interest here; everything is based around the same three chords and Tommy Loft’s whiny, scratchy vocals that stop reminding one of Nic Cester around the third track and start conjuring images of cats trapped in wood chippers.

 

There honestly just isn’t that much to say about the album, pretty much everything has been covered by now. Uninspired, by numbers riffing, extremely awkward attempts at “expanding the sound” that then collapse back into uninspired, by numbers riffing and an extremely annoying singer. Its only saving grace is that these songs should sound tremendous live when off ones tits, but I’m not off my tits or at a gig. I’m in my living room on a Sunday afternoon and I’m bored out of my skull by these agonising antipodeans. Avoid like the plague.

 

Author: Will Howard