Published Mar 03, 2014While only a seven-inch offering, California's merchants of "pissed off hardcore" managed to cram a hell of a lot of searing aggression into these six brief, blister-raising tracks. Pieces like opening track "The Mourning Routine" deliver the biting, acerbic violence and unrelenting speed that fans have come to expect from the merciless noisemongers. It's moments like the tender interlude of "(Santa Anas)" that add additional depth to the EP, allowing for moments of softness to creep in that then carry over into the following tracks, like the plaintive melody line woven into the wailing screeches of "Midnight Traffic."
Dangers are known for releases that display an incredible conservation of space, doing a great deal in the short, controlled bursts that characterize their tracks, as displayed brilliantly by their 2010 full-length Messy, Isn't It? This latest EP proves, however, that even with a more tightly restrained length, they're capable of great things, creating a sense of tension and development even between a few very short tracks. Not to mention that "Puncture Wound" is, musically, the best track of their career, and the titular track contains some of their cleverest lyrics. This is a great dose of Californian frustration and blacktop-melting-aggression for a frigid spring. (Vitriol)