The crippling meanspiritedness of San Francisco's bass-driven beast, Burmese is best exemplified in their pummeling third album A mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity. Burmese, while not being at all metal, display more bludgeoning brutality than a hundred doughy death metal bands culling medical textbooks for grossout band names. Inspired by the sheer negatronic fuckery as Whitehouse (they later released a tribute to Whitehouse album) ,the plodding crush of Harvey Milk, and the methlab grinds of early neanderthal power violence, Burmese are like a particularly brutal prison rape of sound. Ugly, violent, and swathed in an oppressive humidity like Burma itself. Fuck Fuck Fuck!