It all started mid 2009 when a local freaky musician, known as Dables got together with the punk/funk/lofi psychedlia weirdness of The Albino Porch Monkeys and over many bong hits and beer cans, potato chips, and camradrie, the three guys: David Walker, Sid Id, and Clayton Marx decided to form a new band.
This brings us to the two DAN mission statements:
1.) We aims to piss you off. We want you howling at the sky in anger and turmoil after listening to DAN. We want to upset the rest of your day with horribly catchy racket that you can't get out of your head no matter how hard you try. We want your ears to bleed and we play LOUD AS FUCK.
2.) We aims to write whatever the hell we want. If we want our songs to be 6 seconds long, then by god we will write a 6 second song about titfucking. We heed to no religion, sex, orientation, race, or culture. We hate them all and we thank those who don't laugh at themselves sometimes are assholes! We will never be censored for any reason, despite those who may think so. They can suck it! We will write whatever kind of genre we will feel like, we will fart in microphones and call it music if we see the need to do so, which is a good idea and we should put fart songs on the third album.
DAVID WALKER-guitar,etc
CLAY MARX-bass,etc
SID ID-vocals,etc
Our first album came out September 2009 and is titled "Magic Mountain". It is the definition of self-indulgence. It's pretty funny though even though we were super stoned the entire recording.
Our second album was recorded in August 2009, but we lazily didn't release it until early 2010 and is called "The Whatever EP". It is our experimental, free-form jam album. 6 tracks clocking in at almost a full hour. Good luck getting through that noisy weird-ass shit!
Our third album came out Spring 2010 and is called "Grandparents Forever". It is a return to our short, abrasive, psychedelic punk rock style. DAN agrees that it's better then the first album and we worked harder on it.
This is the end of "The Basement Trilogy". Our first 3 albums were all recorded in Sid's parent's house's basement on the same Tascam Portastudio dubbed "Mr. Tascam". The Basement was a stinky, cat-infested, no air conditioning, hippie dungeon. At least 50 different people came through that place and got fucked up and hung out or jammed with us during the 2 years that they lived there. And then Sid moved, and we lost our practice space.
Our fourth album, which we starting recording right after Sid moved, titled "Honey Berry Surprise" still isn't finished. Why? Because we got about 10 songs in and then some stupid shit went down. First off, it was hard to practice in our new house because it's in a garage in a neighborhood and people don't like us being loud and we get shut down a lot. Secondly, David and Sid got into an argument over a chick because they are both stupid. Thirdly, Clayton got busted with weed by the cops, got kicked out and moved to the other side of Greenville and was without a car. Sadly, we went on an indefinite hiatus for over a year.
BUT, in Fall of 2011, David and Sid kissed and made up and Clayton has a ride to Simpsonville to practice now, so by The Beard of Odin, DAN shall continue...
UPDATE: DAN called it quits in mid 2012, RIP DAN 2009-2012. I dug around on Mr. Tascam until I could find all the songs that we finished and now they are released here on soundcloud as "Honey Berry Surprise". We played 3 shows during our run, two in Fountain Inn and one in Greenville. THUS CONCLUDES THE STORY OF DAN. CHEERS DUDES!
Now It's Dark
D.A.N Lyrics
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I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech flows like amphibians
From here to the Carribeans
Niggas never seen the team that seem keenest
Bury ya mind like zimas
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin' that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America, amerikilla
I got skills to kill like overdosin' pills
Blood spills for million dollar bills
You can't try to peel this or feel the illness
Of a nigga that's comin' out real
I don't know why nigga you livin' a lie
And plus I despise those who try
A nigga like I this high and fly and sly
Mid west side so you just might die
Check it out
I murder these hoes, Hercules flows
My shit carries on like hepatitis
The weak bite us mean nothin' ta me
Gimme no fuckery foul like
Now I gotta cock it to rewrite it
I might just make a nigga bite dust
When I bust plus calamity villes
Can it be ill? Yes
Sanity kills a real nigga but still
I wicked like Amityville
The best
The nine
Correct
Burn
Now it's your turn
You must learn
Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on Sherm
When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone
When I'm in the zone you get blown away
Get the clones away, mitch bade niggas 'cause it's on today
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now let me smoke and choke
And let these niggas know that Lejo ain't brought no jokes
Nigga betta learn the ropes we like costra nostra
And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat
Decapitation facin' devastation nations
When they ragin' can't stop this
Nigga you can catch a fist and you can rest in piss
But the dis and you thought I missed
I'm indestructible and untouchable
Ain't givin' a fuck about what you know
I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo
But I'm still collectin' my other dough
Now peep the rawness my rhymes is flawless
Fools get tossed for tryin' to floss like bosses
People can call this the clique wit no losses
'Cause a nigga can flow from September to August
Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
Niggas is easy to get down on ya knees
When you fuckin' wit rhymes like these
I always find that he's bitin' my shit it's me he's tryin' to be
No more chances understand this
I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas
And this weed enhances scandalous dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances
Fuckin' wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin' on the side of me
My mentality makes fatality reality
Split yo anatomy, assault and battery
Niggas pray to God we stop, we won't though
Askin' who's on the top, they don't know
But don't no muthafucka in the muthafuckin'
Western muthafuckin' hemisphere really want Joe
Associated with a deadly force we got codes
Deeper than Morse sounds like
And needle points bullet shoot through a horse
So of course I'm leavin' niggas dead like a corpse
Don't test me biatchres
Another collorialism I came up wit the bitch deep this twist
People do pitiful shit I do unforgettable hits
And niggas submitted to amerikilla did it and got
Acquitted it I flip in a minute I'ma get them relish lips
You can't sell us dip we gettin' high off K Bombay
Packin' hella heat like pompay
Itch-made abay igga-may anyway
I get ill when I feel like, gettin' biz
You know what that is? I know what that is
When I be rippin' everybody know what that is
Rewind, slemet, niet, haa, heeeh!
If anybody wanna catch this
I just said fuck demons and I got pit backwards
And that's bomb futuristic attack shit
Match this takes hella practice
To rips scripts nigga gotta be thorough
I gotta make this shit make sense
So I can say, "Made it ma", top of the world
Gimme life or give me death
Death becomes evil like asmodious
I gotta a melodious flow
It becomes podious changeable
Unnameable angel
Angelic bustin' like a magnum, tom selleck
Advisory terror sick of losin' money in harrah's
Mic assassin like Anotonio Banderas
How many niggas you know I bust style
So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild
When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
Like I said in the first, zone
Accident prone but these niggas don't wanna flex
Wit tech when the heat is on nigga now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
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The lyrics to D.A.N's song "Now It's Dark" are dark and violent, depicting a ruthless persona with a penchant for murder and a disregard for human life. The artist references notorious figures such as Frank Nitty and Amityville to liken himself to a killer of the likes of which America has never seen. He boasts about his skills to kill, his ability to bury minds, and the infrared beamers which keep his enemies on his penis.
The lyrics also describe a sense of isolation and a desire to be left alone, with the artist imploring his "punk muthafuckas" to leave him alone, stating that when he's in the zone, his enemies get blown away. The lyrics are delivered in a rhythmic style, with the artist showcasing intricate wordplay and rhymes. The tone of the lyrics is confrontational, making it clear that the artist is not one to be messed with.
Interestingly, the song was released in 1997 on an album titled "Midwest Dangerous" by D.A.N, who was part of the Midwest hip-hop scene. The song is known for its dark and violent lyrics, which is a common theme in Midwest rap. The album was released by East West Records and produced by No I.D, who is known for his work with Common, Kanye West, and Jay-Z.
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