Thursday, March 30, 2006
life is an infinite highway
Endless Boogie: "Outside Of My Mind"
Those two Endless Boogie records that came out last year were basically impossible to find. Thanks though to computers, the internet, and the profligacy of myself and musically like-minded others, I was able to track down the music contained therein, and thus my workplace has been far more bearable of late. If you want to hear some shit that swallows time up whole, and deposits you swiftly and unconsciously at the opposite end of the hour, then Endless Boogie is worth hunting down. And although the band's music really isn't that much more than Stoogish tunes at three to ten times the length, that description holds far more possibilities than may first be apparent. Yeah, they find a killer riff and hold it for like forever, working up a heavy blues jams, hot-doggin' on a flip-flop for twelve to thirty minutes at a time. You could call it a morass, and I don't think anybody involved would be offended in the least. Fundamentally it's another minimalist take on classic rock (intrinsically some of the most maximalist stuff out there), with full indebtedness to some kraut-rock. It kinda often sounds like the earliest Can, but without Mooney's crazy, elliptical vocals. Thus it's basically all shades of awesome, and fully deserving of your respect and appreciation.
Endless Boogie: "Outside Of My Mind"
Those two Endless Boogie records that came out last year were basically impossible to find. Thanks though to computers, the internet, and the profligacy of myself and musically like-minded others, I was able to track down the music contained therein, and thus my workplace has been far more bearable of late. If you want to hear some shit that swallows time up whole, and deposits you swiftly and unconsciously at the opposite end of the hour, then Endless Boogie is worth hunting down. And although the band's music really isn't that much more than Stoogish tunes at three to ten times the length, that description holds far more possibilities than may first be apparent. Yeah, they find a killer riff and hold it for like forever, working up a heavy blues jams, hot-doggin' on a flip-flop for twelve to thirty minutes at a time. You could call it a morass, and I don't think anybody involved would be offended in the least. Fundamentally it's another minimalist take on classic rock (intrinsically some of the most maximalist stuff out there), with full indebtedness to some kraut-rock. It kinda often sounds like the earliest Can, but without Mooney's crazy, elliptical vocals. Thus it's basically all shades of awesome, and fully deserving of your respect and appreciation.
