This six-man team, which boldly declares “we put the ‘f’ in funk” on their Web site, are yet another version of this generation’s long-haired, Vans-wearing, lip-studded rockers.

And while the band cites “jazz band, Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, the oh-so-amazing ’80s and everything from old-school Stevie Wonder funk to Claude Debussy and his amazing French symphonic compositions” as their inspiration, all I hear are their whiny vocals. This staple of emo-punkers, since the cawing of Chris Carrabba, is a small obstacle — concentrate on the funk faintly reminiscent of Rick James in such tracks as “Party Foul.” But more often than not, the small-timers from Lynwood, Wash., tumble into pitfalls common to MySpace bands: singing out of key, uneven instrumentals and low-budget productions.

A year after Danger recorded its first EP, The Difference Between Love and Envy, the band added keyboards as another dimension. But it turned out to be just another addition that crashes with their already dissonant sound.

By Danger’s sophomoric attempt, the band still lacked a catchy rhythm and lead section. In fact, they are pretty much lacking in many musical areas, and get lost in a jumbled cacophony where no single feature stands out.

Even given their shortfalls, there is still a set of drums, so you’ll see me bobbing my head anyhow come FallFest.

Boss Ditty: “Party Foul”