16 May 2004

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Mute
Following the Finnish-born duo's most intense live journey, the groupreleases their most ambitious recording to date. In the three yearssince Aaltopiiri,live opportunities have taken them to the most remote corners of theworld including Europe, Spain, the Americas and Easter Island, this isall following that now famous ad in The Wire magazine asking people in interesting places to put them up and pay them a small amount. Kestois four CDs of all new material, recorded over the last year in Berlin,but with sources and inspiriations from the group's extensive travels.Pan Sonic fans know that while the group's instrumentation remainssomewhat constant, their styles bounce back and forth betweenear-bleeding beats to quiet drones or heady field recordings. Unlike onAaltopiiri, where everything was sort of all mixed in together, on Kesto,things are separated. The first two discs are the fucking sexiestthings I've heard all year: pounding with an unparallelled abrasivebeauty, the beats that mark many of their most receptive live rock 'nroll (or at least as close as Pan Sonic can come to rock) performances.On these discs are 140 minutes of vicious assaults and trademark PanSonic sounds, where the group even pays homage to a number of theirinfluences like Bruce Gilbert, Keiji Haino, Suicide, and ThrobbingGristle, mimicking sounds they've done in almost reinterpretive pieces.Disc three begins the quiet half of the set, with songs that arefrequently filled with the unfilling sounds of silence. It opens with atoilet bowl flush and continues for the rest of the tracks mostly fromprocessed sounds of non-musical sources. While discs one and two areperfect blasting music for a night on the town, disc three isdefinitely something that is best at home, as the silences in oddenvironments trigger the "is this thing still playing?" reaction overand over again. The set ends with the CD-long track "Säteily,"(translation: "Radiation") which is a chilly 61:16 minute drone. Itwould easily make any fan of Time Machines purr like a kitten.It's perfect for lulling any beast (party animal or other) to sleepafter a multi-disc set which could be best described as an endurancetest! While this is undoubtedly the best multi-disc set of new materialreleased by anybody this year, I do have one minor issue with theflimsy packaging, which came unglued only on the second day, so bewarned on that account, but don't be afraid of the aural treasuresinside.

samples:

• Pakoisvoima (transl: Fugalforce) - from CD 1
• Ilma (transl: Air) - from CD 4
• Säteily (transl: Radiation) - from CD 4

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United Dairies
Though Steven Stapleton is inevitably characterized as a something of a"lone wolf" — a vaguely psychotic outsider, compulsively andprolifically pumping out mysterious and inscrutable musical esotericafrom some dilapidated shack deep in the Irish countryside — he has, infact, remained a thoroughly collaborative artist throughout his longcareer. It took 1999's compilation The Swinging Reflective: Favourite Moments of Mutual Ecstasyto finally demonstrate the impressive array of artists that Stapletonhas worked with over the years: from contemporaries like Foetus, TonyWakeford and The Legendary Pink Dots to artists like Stereolab, who aresituated well outside of NWW's post-industrial milieu. It is this sameintensely collaborative spirit that manifests on Angry Eelectric Finger (Spitch'Cock One),a newly-issued prologue to an upcoming triple-album set featuringcollaborations with Cyclobe, irr.app.(ext.), Jim O'Rourke and XholCaravan. These were long-distance reciprocations, with Stapletonsending raw materials to each of the artists, who were free torecontextualize and mutate the sounds as they saw fit. These longformremixes were sent back to Stapleton, who added some finishingproduction touches and let them stand. This unique process has yieldeda series of tracks in which the personalities of Stapleton's musicalaccomplices come through very strongly, even as they each reverentlypay homage to the work of Nurse With Wound. The disc opens with a piececredited only to NWW, a classic 11-minute brain-twister that utilizesbending, distorted bass guitar strings to disorienting effect. Eachmetallic pluck swoops and dithers around a senseless insectoid rhythm,the piece eventually expanding into a blasted Cold War furnace factorydominated by an ancient, wheezing iron lung. Erudite Nurse-o-phileswill recognize these sounds from An Akward Pause and the Current 93 collaboration Bright Yellow Moon,Stapleton clearly enforcing the "recycled sound" aesthetic from theoutset. Next up is Cyclobe's "Paraparaparallelogrammatica," certainlythe most gorgeous track on the album, a stately science-fiction mindexcursion of the kind that dominated Simon and Stephen's immeasurablywonderful The Visitors. It's a texturally rich space fanfare ofthe kind not heard since Atem-era Tangerine Dream, and perhaps not eventhen. Its indulgent cinematic sensuality bears little similarity toStapleton's cod surrealism, save for the narrative unfolding andnuanced, lysergic vibrations that dominate the track. It's one of thebest things I've heard from Cyclobe, and regardless of whether or notit bears any resemblance to the original NWW source material, I'mcertain that this would have appeared on the infamous NWW InfluenceList had it been released on some obscure German prog label in theearly 1970s. Matt Waldron's irr.app.(ext.) project has been responsiblefor some of the most intensely rendered audio phenomena outside of theNWW camp, and their match-up — tellingly entitled "Mute Bell ExtinctionProcess" — again reflects primarily the interests of the remixer,rather than the remixed. While eerily recalling such creepy NWWclassics as "Fashioned to a Device Behind a Tree," irr.app.(ext.) onceagain shows a unique talent for thought cancellation, creating aninsistently clandestine, industrial trance-scape that uses repetitionto progressively wipe clean all thoughts and prepare the listener forthe loss of physical cohesion. The last track is Jim O'Rourke's "TapeMonkey Mooch," a laptop-concrete take on the history and mystery ofNurse With Wound. In its own unique way, O'Rourke's contribution isprobably the oddest on this record. Strange to think this was createdby a current member of art-punk darlings Sonic Youth and the creator ofan endless barrage of John Fahey-influenced indie-pop; not so strange,however, to anyone who has ever witnessed one of O'Rourke's freeformlaptop collage performances, which often reference the 80'spost-industrial tape-music underground of Roger Doyle and HNAS.O'Rourke sound collage creates an abstract web of richly-detailedsounds, compounding details that give way to form and structure, whichmelt into abstraction and back into structure. It's a gloriouslybaffling riddle, and if its quality is at all indicative of thematerial on the forthcoming three-album set, I can hardly wait.

samples:

• Cyclobe/NWW - > Paraparaparallelogrammatica
• irr.app.(ext.)/NWW - Mute Bell Extinction Process
• Jim O'Rourke/NWW - Tape Monkey Mooch

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16 May 2004

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Love
Nurse With Wound's famous Influence List included in the sleeve notes for their debut LP Chance Meeting on a Dissecting Table...has created endless frustration in my life, leading me to spend far toomuch trolling used record sites and online auctions looking to completemy NWW List collection. My goal is to own at least one record from eachof the artists listed, which has frequently seemed an unattainablegoal, the list jam-packed with hopelessly arcane one-offs released intiny editions on small European labels throughout the 60's and 70's.Approaching the task scientifically, I began at the alphabeticalbeginning of the list. No problem there, I was easily able to trackdown Spalax CD reissues of the first few Agitation Free albums; but thesecond artist on the list, Pekka Airaksinen, had me stumped for years.There was nothing I could do but move on to Airway and pretend that Ididn't care about this Finnish avant-garde obscurity. I later found outthat Airaksinen was the main artistic force behind The Sperm — thecreators of the fabulously rare Shh! LP — who also appear lateron the list. As if to answer my insane record-collector prayers,Finland's Love Records have issued this double-disc compilation Madam, I'm Adamto serve as the first widely-available introduction to PekkaAiraksinen's long and fruitful career as one of Finland's most prolificavant-garde electronic artists. Disc one compiles various highlightsstretching from 1968 to 2002 under various guises including The Sperm,Gandhi-Freud and Ajraxin. For disc two, a group of artists from Europeand the UK were invited to contribute reinterpretations of Airaksinen'smusic, the tracklist mirroring that of the first disc. The Sperm'suniquely architectural noise-rock presages industrial music, and attimes - as on the beautifully oppressive "Korvapoliklinikka Hesperia" —shows similarities to future envelope-pushers Dead C and Sunn O))). AsAiraksinen progressed into his 70's period, heavy distortion andimprovised passages of shambling, distorted chaos were soon replaced bya new emphasis on electronic instrumentation and rhythms.Gandhi-Freud's "Molybdene" utilizes synthesizers to create a grainystructure of lopsided arpeggiations. From this point forward,Airaksinen seems to be interested in the myriad possible manifestationsof electronic music, from the odd, I Ching-derived mathematical timesignatures of his early 80's work on the Roland 808, to his currentexploration of techno and ambient musics, all impregnated with hisrabidly uncommercial aesthetic and rigorous application of conceptualstructure. The remixes on the second disc attempt to find contemporaryapplications for Airaksinen's ideas, from the hallucinogenic,post-Timbaland rhythmic interpolations of Nurse With Wound, to theobnoxiously uninteresting digital hardcore of Philipp Quehenberger.Mira Calix contributes a remix of The Sperm that inexplicably buriesthe track under a poorly-executed synthesized orchestral. Along theway, Simon Wickham-Smith and Airaksinen himself turn in mildlyinteresting hijackings of the original works. Most appallingly for arare-music addict, the liner notes directed me towards Pekka's ownwebsite for his Dharmakustannus CD-R label, where for a premium of 20 Euros a pop, you can own everything from his extensive back catalog. Madam I'm Adamdelivers on its stated goals: a reasonably priced introduction to thehistory and continued influence of one of the underground's most uniquebodies of work.

samples:

• Gandhi-Freud - Molybdene
• The Sperm - Korvapoliklinikka Hesperia
• Ajraxin - No Focus (Nurse With Wound remix)

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Kranky
The cover is the first hint that I'm not meant to be comfortablelistening to this record. The second hint comes in the shape of slowlyfulgurating tones coating the room in a fine myst. Brent Gutzeit hascreated a horrifying record by placing motors on the strings of pianosand then manipulating them into tools of the devil (surely that's allthis sound can be). "Piano Motor Skills #2" begins with the slowchugging of some machine, perhaps underground, restlessly performingits task. The bells of far off places resonate over a cloud-coveredcity and somewhere in the alleys lurks a beast ready to feast on somefoolish visitor who has wandered astray. The effect of the long dronesand the carefully mixed rhythms is an atmosphere that sparks andtwitches with tension; the second half of this first track feels like aslow camera pan over this frozen city in my mind, like something out ofa Stanley Kubrick film... only more alien, more remote, and moremonumental. While much of this album is minimalistic, there's anenormity in its soul that breathes through every second. "RidingHorses" creeps along ominously and carefully but feels gigantic as ifit were a sonic photo of some Lovecraftian landscape filled withmonsters unknown to humankind. It slowly fades away into "400 Blows," apiece haunted by warmer and less intimidating tones. As it progresses,the mood becomes increasingly relaxed, as though the horrors of theprevious movements were being massaged out of my shoulders. Gutzeit'saddition of a monastic relief-zone at the end of this record adds adimension to this record that increases its listenability. "400 Blows"would be a great happy ending for Drug Money,but I was faked into believing the ending could ever be happy. Anuntitled and unlisted track closes the album on a very sickly note. Itbegins with bird calls and natural sounds, but ends with a creepingsickness manifested in the sound of overwhelming and powerful bellsroaring in from some place unknown. I'd like to listen to this recordjust after watching a very scary movie. Perhaps with a single candle,the curtains drawn, and a mind for seeing things that may or may not bethere.

samples:

• Piano Motor Skills #2
• Riding Horses
• 400 Blows

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The Italian label continues its valuable new series of archival releases with this 1998 collaboration between two of France's most active contemporary concret-ists and the old-guard explorer to whom they are most indebted. Chion's sprawling tape collages are the obvious precedents for much of Marchetti's and Noetinger's solo work, and his influence is certainly felt on this live performance from the Festival Musique Action, an event that catches the younger musicians still very taken with their elder's drifting compositional technique.Fringes Archive

While there are some of the more "extreme" tape and analog manipulations that would later populate Noetinger and Marchetti's duo projects, the real pleasures of Les 120 Jours rise from the dark surrealism of the music's more specific and referential sound sources. The trio had spent over a year prior to the performance gathering banks of sound, and they arrive well enough equipped to create a diverse and shadowy world with epic sweep and weight almost entirely unrelated to any sonic density or visceral quality in the sounds used.

Opening, like some of Chion's solo works, with a spoken concert hall-style introduction of players and title, Les 120 Jours plays off theatrical tropes throughout but in subtle ways, interjecting at parts rather than framing the whole and putting limits on the piece. Fragments of French war films line up next to clipped opera vocals, barking dogs, strangled snoring, and aroused moans, everything laced together at the slow, contemplative pace that remains among Chion's unrivaled skills. Untraceable mechanical wheezing enters in twisted dialogue with labored breathing and painfully human choking sounds, sculpting an atmosphere that floats whimsically between inner and outer spheres of experience. The musicians confuse not only performed music with prerecorded, autonomous sound but also sampled or "commodified" music with sound captured and contextualized in the field. Pieces of Cypress Hill sneak by along with snatches of roadside ambience, faraway house music from the insides of cars and a mosaic of city sounds, automated machine beeps, engine turnovers, and a thousand French conversations. Knowing the language would, I am sure, increase the surrealist bent of these two discs dramatically; for the non-French speaker it is impossible to recognize what must be some incredibly odd speech juxtapositions. The massive piece works like a slow nighttime journey, a wounded stagger through the dim city center or an unshakeable fever dream.

Though the pop culture references and endless stream of media dialogue become stepping-stones through the confused passage, they are more a curse than a blessing, arriving as deadpanned, empty referents, often repeated as if to hint, mockingly, at some cryptic significance. One particularly unnerving segment features a ghostly robot voice in steady whisper: "Don't be afraid, I am not a machine; I am just an image..." Imagine such a voice traveling on, the only discernable communication amidst a chorus of shrouded street noise along some windswept corridor, an alley's dark hallway where a single bell tolls as opera crystallizes in the blue night above. These are just minutes of Les 120 Jours' heady sprawl. It's hard to tell if the piece's title was meant to reference De Sade's book or Pasolini's film, but the music itself makes ample case for comparison, a creeping, disorienting montage, beautiful but at a cost.

samples:

• Generique
• Suicide Spirituel
• Drives, Drives

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09 May 2004

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Boston's 27 is one of my favorite local groups. It's not simply because their music is a warm welcome against the typical local average rock scene, but Ayal and Maria are two of the nicest people I think I know. Local radio colleague Tracy alerted me to their new release and I had to stop by their show at the Middle East one Friday night to see if it was true or available (well, and to say hi of course). Luckily they had some pre-release limited version that I was able to get fresh out of the box. Unfortunately, I had to be at work at 3:30 the following morning and couldn't stay for their set. Otherwise, I'd film them for The Eye (I plan on doing this eventually).

Hydra Head

So, 3:30 am hits, I'm at work suited up and driving to another rich jackasses house who doesn't appreciate the efforts I put in to get him and his family from point A to point B. I'm hating my job, really, and I'm hating everybody and the rest of the world. Let the Light In goes in for the first time and I'm simply floored. Although, I'm unfortunately so completely preoccupied that my mind drifts. It drifts so much that I'm remixing the album in my mind. Maybe it's all that Hydra Head influence, but the EP opens with a rocking guitar riff — a side of them I've never heard from the group. It's nice to realize that this band, who I've wanted to join on a number of occasions, are branching out and experimenting with new styles and finding a good amount of success.

When the second tune, "Every Day" hits, it cuts through my world like a piercing needle. The impact is intense but concentrated, it doesn't disturb the surroundings but it's powerful enough to be felt. The line "May the rest of the world go away" resounds in my head, over and over and over again, and it's at this point I've decided I'm going to remix the EP today, this afternoon, into the evening or something. The disc continues with some experiments with beats and sound effects, and, while I do love the music, I must admit that while I appreciate the group being more daring in the studio, I'm somehow thinking they're still rather timid, reserved, and unwilling to step even further away from the rock outline.

The fifth song hits and Maria, the singer, remains silent, although the song is a tease at only slightly above a minute long. Something has to be done. I finished my shift, went home, napped, and in the afternoon I began my duty in remixing the album. I used a basic program to loop a couple phrases from each of the song, threw the things on to CD and minidisc and put them all through my R effects rack and did everything on the fly in one take. I noticed their tour was hitting Atlanta a week from that Saturday, so I Priority Mailed the final CD to Brainwashed contributor Matthew Jeanes and told him to bring it to them but don't say who it's from. Weeks go by and on the final day before my international trip I see the notice on their website: they finally acknowledged the reception of the disc! Furthermore, the band decided to take my version of "Every Day" and put it on the Japanese version of the disc as a bonus track! (I've been remasterd by the immortal Jeff Lipton!!!) 27 are excited to tour Japan, the UK, and Europe and those who want to see how amazing some really cool Americans can be, show up and say hi.

samples:

• Every Day
• Try
• April

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09 May 2004

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Stones Throw
"The finest of the fine things"... that's what MF Doom promises youabout six minutes into this album, and you'll be forgiven if the firstthing you think of is asshole partiers at some mansion-warming affair,puking on the rug and having sex in the pool. Instead, though, theSupervillain and Madlib throw open the doors to their very own bistro,sweeping the promise of crappy fried finger-food out into the gutterand offering up a satisfying handful of a sandwich instead. That's afair description of what follows, too: at just a hair over 46 minuteslong, Madvillainyisn't dragged down by the twenty-six guest MCs and nine-piece elephantorchestras that clog up your average MTV-flogged double album. There'san economy to the tracks (which average about two minutes apiece) thatI haven't heard since Naked City or Morgan Fisher's Miniaturescompilations, mainly because there aren't any choruses anywhere in, er,sight. Deprived of the chance for easy repetition, Madlib's muffledpianos and sunny-cafe accordions amble into the mix, do their thing,and depart just as quickly as the verses do. And those verses arepriceless: just like Gift of Gab does with his innumerable verbs, Doomstacks absurdity on top of absurdity until he finally has to take abreath... and then he moves on. With ideas coming and going so quickly,the results should sound haphazard or cluttered, but the individualtracks and elements all flow together without a hitch, forming acoherent comic book universe all their own; for once, theordinarily-also-ran addition of a CD-ROM video complements the musicreally well, too, adding an extra hit of Jack Kirby lunacy and rip-offSea Monkeys ads to an album that just about conjures those images onits own. Surrounded by that kind of silliness, the palpable anger of"Strange Ways" sticks out something fierce: it's a clear-headedbackhand at the warmongers of the world, and it connects that muchharder for the contrast. There's not much else going on in thestorytelling department, but the dominant scissor-swinging-potheadcollage atmosphere suits me just fine. Bring Twinkies.

samples:

• Meat Grinder
• America's Most Blunted
• Strange Ways

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Temporary Residence
Various artist compilations are a hard sell to stores and distributors,however, I don't think I know of any authentic music fan who doesn'tlove them. Thank Youis Temporary Residence's 50th catalogue number (however itchronologically is about the 60-somethingth release) and honors boththe bands and the fans by collecting a small number of great tracksfrom the best that TRL has to offer -AND- uses only fan-contributedartwork solicited from the web site. Like any great compilation, it hasbeen years in the making. (I think I remember hearing word about thisback in 2001.) For Fridge fans who didn't want to spend over $30 for aJapanese import with pesky bonus tracks, the band completes theircollection by donating the 9+ minute "Five Combs," which, along with"Surface Noise," (offered as a free MP3 from their website) makes upthe two tracks left off the non-Japanese versions. The collectioncontinues with various familiar faces and loads of blissfulinstrumental rock tunes like the acoustic fingerpicked "Jignauseum" byKilowatthours, the hypnotic 8+ minute "Bell Jar" by Tarentel, andclosing number (approporiately titled "The Closer") by Sonna. A jaggedrock number from Rumah Sakhit and trippy post-nothing contribution fromKammerflimmer Kollektief, along with the only vocal track (by HalifaxPier), give the collection a little more seasoning. Label superstarsExplosions in the Sky give up a rare track while Xian Hawkins, now 4ADartist, gives perhaps one of his most compelling Sybarite tracks todate, utilizing guitars and electronic processing reminding me howsurprised I am that he doesn't have more snotty European musicpressmongers' heads spinning. For something that's been anticipated solong and a label with as many friends as Jeremy De Vine has, 11 songsseems at first kinda slim, but clearly representative of TemporaryResidence, which has always been about quality, not quantity. It does,however represent more of the past of Temporary Residence and doesn'tserve as a good showcase of some of the newer groups on the roster,like Lazarus, Eluvium, Icarus, The Anomoanon, the faboo Nice Nice,Nightfist, or even Evergreen. With any luck there won't be 49 morereleases until the next compilation.

samples:

• Fridge - Five Combs
• Sybarite - Killing the Moonshine (version)
• Explosions in the Sky - Long Spring

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Hanson
Surely one of the oddest items I've come across in quite a while, isthis cassette-only album released in the midst of the digital DIY ageof the CD-R. The tape consists solely of a 60-minute interview and jamsession with a group of Satanist teenagers from upstate New York in theearly 1980s. I'd actually heard about this recording years ago, one ofthose "cult items" that was heavily traded among the 80s cassetteunderground types. The Ecstatic Peace label had this item on theirrelease schedule for years, but it never saw the light of officialrelease until Hanson Records, home of Wolf Eyes and a handful of otherneo-noise bands, recently issued it as a joint release. The premise issimple: a group of young, self-professed Satan-worshippers talk abouttheir lifestyle with a bemused interviewer who keeps pressing them formore details about their rituals, frequent drug use and their extensivecriminal behavior. Throughout the interview, one or another of theinterview subjects retreats from the recording device to noodle away ona cheap synthesizer or noisily jam on an electric guitar, trying toinvoke all of the majestically dark Black Sabbath and Judas Priestriffs deeply embedded in their imaginations. The kids are startlinglyzealous and clearly idiotic, unable to effectively articulate even thesimplest concept behind their divergent religious beliefs: "We believein Satan and shit...We think he's the dark lord and we like to dofucked-up shit in his name." Their intense North Eastern accents andlower middle-class bearing typifies a certain type of rabble-rousingheavy metal fan that existed the early 80s—the burgeoning of theteenage mall-kid culture that eventually gave birth to atrocities likeMarilyn Manson and the current glut of soulless rap-metal. Everystatement from Satanic ringleader's mouth creates a strange mixture oflaughter and horror: laughter at the puerile silliness of a bunch ofacne-ridden teenagers professing love for the Antichrist; and horror atthe startling vapidity and amorality of this group. These are futuresociopaths in the making. I don't think it's a coincidence that theserecordings were made just before a string of highly publicized ritualmurders that took place in upstate New York, eventually leading to thearrest of a group of young heavy metal fans and admitted Satanists.It's impossible to know if these are the same kids captured so candidlyon this cassette, but I like to assume so. I wasn't able to provide apicture of the grinning, mulleted adolescent on the tape sleeve withthis review, because the Hanson Records website has suddenly andinexplicably disappeared from the web. No other online vendors ordistributors (that I could locate) are selling this little artifact, soSatan Place will most likely slide into a nether-world of irretrievable obscurity. That's probably as it should be.

samples:

It's a cassette, and I'm not technically proficient enough to make MP3 samples. Sorry.

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09 May 2004

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Matador
Everything new is old again with a rash of reunions among some of themore seminal bands in underground music, returning to eager audiencesno longer placated by the throngs of modern bands who wear theirinfluences all over their faces and not just on their sleeves. Spurredon by the critical and creative success of Wire's scorching millennialreleases, Boston's Mission of Burma decided they had more to say, inspite of twenty two years of inactivity and vocalist/guitarist RogerMiller's severe tinnitus. Though any attempt at recapturing the sparkof decade's past is a gamble, ONoffON sounds like it could have come just months after Burma's sole LP, 1982's Vs.The original members (with Bob Weston, replacing Martin Swope as theband's tape manipulator) demonstrate that they have not lost any of thestrength, verve, and creativity that define their early releases andthat the off time only deepened the maturity and intelligence that setsthem apart from their contemporaries. The slicing snarl of the guitarsat the opening of "The Setup" is a welcome sound, with the trademarkmetal on metal grinding signaling that Burma is ready to pick up rightwhere they left off. Indicative of this transition from then to now isthe inclusion of three previously unreleased Burma songs that have beenkicking around for twenty years, "Hunt Again," "Dirt," and "Playland."These tracks, until now only available on a compilation of outtakes,appear in much more searing versions, particularly "Playland," whichsqualls with fuzzy dissonance amidst Miller's abusive vocal delivery.Miller offers up some of the most incindeary songs of the album."Wounded World," is a swirling accusation with a tuneful, shoutedchorus that positions the song as an epic rallying cry, a call to armsthat begs raised voices to join in. Rivaling that force is PeterPrescott's "The Enthusiast," a barking, braying track with a relentlessriff, deep and full bodied. "What We Really Want," written by ClintConley in collaboration with poet Holly Anderson (who also lent hertalents to Vs's "Mica"), is a pensive, brooding track thatunderscores Burma's ability to craft an intense rocker that finds itsenergy not just in speed but in meaningful, expressive tension thatunfolds with care. Conley's contributions recall both his early songswith Burma and his more recent outings with his bandConsonant-intricately crafted and concerned with a poetic connectionbetween his words and music. Miller's "Falling" also captures thissensibility, retaining the rough edged sounds of Burma, but augmentingit with subdued acoustic guitar and an emphasis on the cerebral flairsboth musically and lyrically. Burma was never one for typical rockformulas, toying with things like dissonance, tonality, and songstructure to develop songs that were jarringly fresh and enticing. ONoffONis a remarkable record, standing just as tall as the rest of thecatalog and almost surely cementing Mission of Burma as a potent force,not just for their influence on today but for their new endeavors aswell.

samples:

• Falling
• What We Really Want
• Playland

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