Showing posts with label mission of burma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mission of burma. Show all posts

Monday, July 19, 2010

Top 50 Albums of the 00s - #22: Mission of Burma - The Obliterati

Yep, we're counting down the top 50. Click here for overview and criteria.


Well this sure as hell never should have happened. Or at least we never expected it. First the backstory. We don't have time for the long version. Allmusic sums it up this way: "Of all the punk-inspired bands that came out of Boston in the early '80s, none were better than Mission of Burma." Then in 1983 Roger Miller developed a severe case of tinnitus from being in a band that played so fucking loud, and Mission of Burma was no more. But nearly twenty years later, by chance or luck or perhaps modern technology, they got the band back together.

For me Mission of Burma was always more of a legend than anything tangible. I knew the songs, but they were before my time. The news of the band reuniting sparked my interest, and after seeing them at the Double Door, I was in awe. I realized what I had been missing, only this time I was at least on point for their new material.

It's important to understand that this brand of intentional dissonance is not for everyone. I think I probably said something similar to that last time when presenting Don Caballero, but at least on that record, you can sense the jazz influence. Here you need to be prepared for a rugged, dirty approach to rawking until you feel your ears leaking blood. And even if you're ready, it's going to take a while to get the feel for where each song is going.

I could have easily chosen their comeback album, Onoffon, which obviously must score higher on the significance factor and features many winning tracks such (my personal favorite: "The Enthusiast"). But The Obliterati is even stronger top to bottom. There's not a dud on the record, and I find myself going back to it more often. Tracks like "13," "1001 Pleasant Dreams," and "Donna Sumeria" simply don't get old. And besides, any classic band can have a successful comeback record. But there are scant few who can actually build the reunion into something not only worthwhile, but lasting.

Youtube didn't have much for us this time around. But enjoy the album closer for now!


Previous Entries:
#23 - Don Caballero - World Class Listening Problem
#24 - The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
#25 - Tapes 'n Tapes - The Loon
#26 - Kings of Leon - Aha Shake Heartbreak
#27 - Idlewild - 100 Broken Windows
#28 - Common - Be
#29 - The Futureheads - News and Tributes
#30 - The Black Keys - Rubber Factory
#31 - Wolfmother - Wolfmother


Saturday, July 19, 2008

Pitchfork Friday

When I reviewed the Mission of Burma Double Door show from January of '07, I said "Mission of Burma’s sound is just as powerful, and every bit a wall. However, instead of having it wash over you all at once, they choose to catapult piles of bricks, sans mortar, directly onto your head." That is certainly still the case, but my perception of their performance on Friday at Union Park was a bit different. They actually started playing before their designated 6pm start time, which technically meant I arrived late. They tore through a handful of songs that served as a warmup before Roger Miller said, "I guess it's time for us to start playing the album?"This set was part of Pitchfork's "Don't Look Back" experiment where bands perform a classic album in its entirety. I have always been skeptical of this concept, but in this case, it was clearly a creative success. The band's ramshackle sound is offset by their punchy, precise professionalism. Even though the sound may feel like a musical disaster, everything is overt and every note is placed with pinpoint accuracy. Drummer Peter Prescott is clearly the "angry" one in the band, with his vocals bordering on deranged screams. His highlight moment came during "Learn How" when he not only screamed to mom that "all he wanted was a Pepsi" (a sonic shoutout to Suicidal Tendencies), but had Bob Weston looping his wails right back at him. By the time the album ended and Roger Miller was taking photos of the audience, I began to realize that appeal of this whole "play the album" thing. They had elaborated on the songs enough to make the whole thing extremely compelling. All in all, a blistering set by a band whose best days may yet be ahead of them.

After skipping Sebadoh, and eagerly awaiting Public Enemy's performance of "It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back," we were treated to the Bomb Squad with a dub-reggae warmup. Hank Shockley and his son Keith spun records and tried to get the crowd amped, but it didn't seem to do much for anybody. Some in the audience vocally replicated the sirens that start the album, hoping they could pull PE into action. When the set finally began, it was an auspicious opening. Chuck D's vocals were nearly inaudible (I could hear the enthused audience members shouting the lyrics much more clearly than him), and Flavor Flav was nowhere to be found. He showed up for the second real track. Especially disappointing as he's supposed to know what time it is! Between each song, the group paused to address the audience. Some of these chats were welcome, like when we were told that "Caught, Can We Get a Witness?" had never been performed before. But there were other moments when Flav lauded his own reality TV success. I mean, the dude did Red Sonja, but you'd think that was enough of an accomplishment that he wouldn't need to boast about it.

Audio issues continued to flare up during the album's performance. The crowd was a mix of indie kids whose main understanding of the group was clearly from watching "Flavor of Love" and pumped up devotees who knew every last lyric. In my opinion, the "play the album" concept served to highlight what a landmark LP "Nation of Millions" is, but took a bit away from the performance. Things are going to be a bit more rigid for hip-hop act, and when you know what song is coming next, the excitement for those songs is inherently less. But the from the time "She Watch Channel Zero?!" energized the audience, the intensity remained high the rest of the way. Throughout the set, Chuck D kept reminding Flav that there was a curfew and they were going to run out of time. When the album ended, I think we all assumed the show would as well. But Chuck quickly explained, "And after we finished that record, we did this!" as they launched into an intense performance of "Welcome to the Terrordome." This was followed by five more of their hits, ensuring that anyone in attendance came away overwhelmingly satisfied.Watching PE, you have to note how well this group of seemingly disjointed parts fits together. Chuck D is a unique talent. There are others who have a voice similar to his, deep and syncopated, but no one has ever matched that with his intelligent and powerful lyrics. Flavor Flav, on the other hand, brings a necessary levity to the mix. That's not to say his efforts are not in earnest. Put them together with the S1W and Professor Griff and you have a wholly unique act that represents the best that Hip Hop has to offer. After years of trying, I had never been able to see PE perform live. But this was way more important than simply checking them off the list. For the rest of the night, the feeling of accomplishment remained prevalent, that I'd been granted something special. You can be damn well sure that I appreciated it.

Public Enemy Setlist:
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back (You don't really need me to write down all the tracks, do you? They played the whole album.)
Welcome to the Terrordome
Shut 'em Down
He Got Game
911 Is a Joke
Harder Than It Looks
Can't Truss It
Public Enemy #1
Fight The Power

Greg Kot's Review
Jim Derogatis' Review
Muzzle of Bees Review
Stereogum Review, Part I
Steregum review, Part II

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Mission of Burma w/ Pinebender @ Double Door



I came to be a fan of Mission of Burma much later than the average indie hipster. I played them on my radio show in college a bit, but really didn’t become get fully into them until early last summer when I finally picked up VS. I think both of their latest releases are superb, so I was extremely excited for this show. They played well at Pitchfork over the summer, but the mixed crowd gave their set a bit of a distant feel. I knew this would be different.

The average age of the crowd was roughly 38, and the average gender was male. Very male. In fact, there was a huge line for the men’s room all night while the women waltzed right past us. One lady was nice enough to give us all the finger. I don’t know if it was due to their age, but the crowd gave a bigger response to their older songs. Like I said above, to me all their songs are new, and I think the current albums have more going on.

Everything was loud. People often talk about the “wall of sound”, referring to bands with a rich fuzz such as Swervedriver, or overpowering guitar solos like Dinosaur Jr., or even Phil Spector produced 1960s R&B. Mission of Burma’s sound is just as powerful, and every bit a wall. However, instead of having it wash over you all at once, they choose to catapult piles of bricks, sans mortar, directly onto your head. And they do that for well over an hour. The highlight songs were, without a doubt, Donna Sumeria, The Enthusiast, Wounded World, and of course, That’s When I Reached for My Revolver. The first three simply because they rocked the hardest. The last one because the crowd was at its peak state.

I can’t help but compare this show to the Buzzcocks at the same venue last summer, as both bands are in the rejuvenation phase of their careers. This audience was older and way more subdued. The Buzzcocks show featured a joyful mosh pit and tons of energy. But other than the divergent fans, they had more in common with one another than not. Just like the Buzzcocks, MoB got right down to business with very little chatter and fit as many songs as they could into their set. When a band is good and has a lot of songs to play, they don’t need to banter with the audience…