Burmese - Colony Collapse Disorder
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"BURMESE: UNCOMPROMISING. UNFRIENDLY. UNCOMMERCIAL.” - David Nesor, Film Director.
“COLONY COLLAPSE DISORDER was originally released in 2008 as a very hard-to-find 10” picture disc by Rock Is Hell Records, Austria. Few people were lucky enough to hear this masterpiece of malevolence at the time, but now ugEXPLODE Records presents the definitive reissue, featuring remastered versions of the 12 songs from the vinyl plus 4 recently unearthed bonus tracks from the same session.
At the time, Burmese consisted of two drummers, two bass players and one vocalist. Most of the drumming (by Mark Small and Weasel Walter, he of Flying Luttenbachers and Behold The Arctopus) is executed in a tight, martial unision and there are many passages of perfectly rendered, blisteringly fast blastbeats - we don’t know of another band on this planet trying pull off the latter feat (if you hear of one, let us know). Some people ask, “Why do you need two drummers playing the same thing?” We respond, “Because then we are LOUDER than one drummer.” Overkill has always been the name of the game with Burmese. Further insanity is conjured up by twin fuzz bassists and founding members Mike Glenn and Mike Green (also a Luttenbachers alumni). Their bracingly atonal doctrines of low-end hatred contain both genital-frying high-end spray and bloated subsonic frequencies destined to nauseate even the most resolute noiseniks. These four-stringed assassins often battle each other for dominance in the already densely oppressive onslaught. Secret weapon Canon Tissue propagandizes for the group, alternating between gutteral outbursts and paint-peeling shrieks. We will leave the content of her lyrics to your imagination - it’s safer that way. Structure is an important part of the songs on Colony Collapse Disorder. Formal asymmetry is rampant, as the group prefers to either elongate the agony and/or shorten the ecstacy. They never aim to please anybody but themselves, and these carefully crafted salvos are perfectly constructed to shock and confuse the listener at all times. This might be some sort of “caveman prog”? The band continually nods towards the oppressive pain-crawl of early SWANS, the manic grind of the first two Napalm Death albums and the family-friendly aural sadomasochism of Whitehouse but always emerges with a singular sound which has made them legendary in certain extremist circles of the musical underground."
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