Mission of Burma

Screeching Weasel, “My Brain Hurts”

I poke fun at Screeching Weasel pretty often when they come up here, mostly because their formula most didn’t change over the course of a zillion albums. But their early albums are still a lot of fun - just cheerful, energetic punk. There’s nothing at all wrong with this formula when it’s hitting.

Mission of Burma, “That’s When I Reach For My Revolver”

This song is one of the pillars of post-punk, a template for so many following bands. That’s the reason this still sounds fresh more than 40 years later, because it was groundbreaking at the time, and bands still try and sound like this.

The Beastie Boys, “Hold It Now, Hit It”

I’ve mentioned before here the ability of certain songs to transport me to very specific places and times. The Proustian recollection for this song is rolling through a lovely Spokane fall evening, crammed in the back seat of a shitty Toyota, on the way to a party at a friend of a friend’s house, a high school debate connection. We had this cranked up as far as it would go, plastic interior panels rattling along with the bass, as we headed to this party hopeful of making a connection. Being a hopeless debate dork, I mostly just held up a wall and tried to figure out how to make conversation, ultimately failing, but nevertheless enjoying the novel experience of a house party that was recognizable as an actual party. As opposed the usual gathering for me, which was mostly nerds playing cards.

Mission of Burma, “Red”

Signals, Calls, and Marches, the 1981 debut EP from Mission of Burma, is one of the foundational texts of what was known as college rock and eventually became indie rock. It’s a touchstone that many, many following bands would evoke and echo. It’s not really punk, not really post-punk, certainly not hardcore, but has parts of all those sounds. Mission of Burma would release this and an album in their original incarnation, and then unexpectedly pop up 22 years later with a new run of three (excellent) albums.