I still remember seeing the full-page ad in Rag Magazine announcing the
release of The Danger Is Here. An insane man with the letter F sliced
into his arm... what the hell was this?
What it turned out to be was one the most abrasive, offensive and long-lasting
sounds to emerge from the post-punk years in SoFla.
Equal parts Dead Boys, Alice Cooper and Iggy, F had a message that he/they
wanted you to hear, but they weren't going to sweeten it to your personal
taste. This was angry, aggresive music of a madman. With all instruments
by Pete Moss. F himself explains:
When it came time to do the credits of the band it was Pete's idea
to conjure up a bunch of names for the different parts so it would create
the image of a band rather than one guy playing it all. And he's the one
that came up with the names!
There was also humor, though of the blackest kind, woven into the coarse
fabric of F music. Songs like Spit It Out (it ain't what you think
it is) and the literal use of fingernails scratching on a chalkboard
during the song Torture reveal the wicked grin behind the scowl. While
unexpected and lucid socio-political commentary in the excellent Such
Men Are Dangerous.
At the time some may have dismissed them, even been driven from the clubs
by them. But F remains to this day, bustin eardrums and having the
last, ever wicked, laugh.
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