Tuesday, June 13, 2006

As High As a Kite on a Windless Night

Mission of Burma have all the makings of an odd story and a massive failure. Not many bands can go away for a decade plus, only to reemerge finding new success and a louder voice...but they have.With 2004's ONoffON they seemed to raise the bar set by themselves years before. With noise-laden riffs and sharply crafted layers, the album inspired a punk pathos that was even less predictable as an unhinged phonic portent, as it was the post-punk album arthritic pogoers had been clamoring for since Roger Miller's ringing ears ruined EVERYTHING.

As aged Boston Art Punks, MoB return once again with The Obliterati which, not only bests ONoffON, but seriously contends with the jubilent and melodic grandness of anything they've realeased in decades past. One can't really say they are a better band--it's impossible to judge. But, as a changed, matured outfit their presence is undeniable. Mastering the mid-tempo and the downbeat, every track has an identity and a purpose. Things can seem a little drawn out by the final third or so, but you are mostly sucked in by the album's sinister undercurrent. The Obliterati matches its namesake in such a way that ellicits those all too familiar pangs of regret for lost years and missed statements that are destined not to happen again. This is the dissonant loudness of a band with a planted existance.

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