Perry Ellis
The edge of a massive re-issue of Mission of Burma’s catalog, that is (HT: Pitchfork.)
They’re not not not not not not not not your academy, but they might be Perry Ellis’s.
The uber-underground-post-art-punk-awesome-seminal-groundbreakers (they’re like the Velvet Underground–only about 100 people ever bought their records, but all 100 of them started bands) will see their three-album catalog and a bunch of live stuff re-released, courtesy of the good folks at Matador Records.
It’s the latest re-issue to cause a stire at the Ellis house (note to Mrs. Ellis: May 18 approacheth!); we caught M.O.B. last year at the Paradise and they were seriously great (especially considering they’re even older than we are. No, really.)
They were also insanely loud, which is a signature of sorts (they originally disbanded in 1983 after guitarist Roger Miller (no, not that Roger Miller) developed severe tinnitus.) They reunited in 2002, but with the proviso that drummer Peter Prescott smash the skins behind a protective acoustic booth. Miller often wears headphones as well.
At the Paradise that night they turned it way past 11, so much so that the saintly and sonic Mrs. Ellis was driven into the adjacent lounge. To appreciate what it was like, max out the volume on the video below. Or just put your head right next to a running jet engine.
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February 22, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Saturday Night
The Abby
The 3rd Annual Idle Baron’s Ball
party like going to Middlebury didn’t turn you into a lewiston loving pussy.
February 22, 2008 at 2:31 pm
Will be in Florida. Which sucks even more than it sounds.