“That’s When I Reach for My Revolver” – Mission of Burma
(Words/music: Clint Conley, available on Signals, Calls, and Marches, Ace of Hearts 1981)
I saw Mission of Burma a few years ago shortly after they reunited. I had been a fan of the records Rykodisc put out (all of which Matador has reissued over the last couple years and are probably worth some of my eMusic credits at some point) and it was around the time that wiry and spry post-punk caught my ear. I can’t place it exactly, but I want to say that I saw them either right before or right after their first post-reunion album came out; in either case, I hoped that the balance of old and new would be decent enough so that I knew at least a handful of songs.
They played “That’s When I Reach for My Revolver” that night and a few others that I knew, but now when I look back and think about seeing Mission of Burma, I fixate on the surprisingly visceral sound. I got the sense of their volume from the Horrible Truth About Burma live album (and from reading about Roger Miller’s tinnitus), but didn’t really expect the band to carry as much of a wallop a couple decades later. I guess seeing the sound barriers set up around the drum set should have been the first tip for what was to come. The guitars felt deeper, giving the song’s riff a lurching feeling and the bass and drums felt like gut punches. Thankfully, this was also roughly the same time I started wearing earplugs to shows. Otherwise, I might still be hearing “Revolver” rattle around in my brain today.
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