Conley only has one solo songwriting credit on the record, but “That’s When I Reach For My Revolver” was an instant classic, a masterful anthem of desperation.
When Miller contracted tinnitus, Burma was forced to call it quits after one last tour, captured for posterity on 1985’s The Horrible Truth About Burma.
This never-before-released 17-song debut from ’78 has the original (Raw and gorgeously under-produced) mixes of classic cuts like “She” and “Spinal Remains.”
An easy-going funk proposition, with a rational MC over the top, utterly coherent, chanting about the state of the world as the beats slowly get stoned.
They sound like Strongarm: Generic, metal-ish hardcore. I can handle that most of the time, but not along with knee-jerk prosletyzing about the “moral life.”