It was never intended to get this far. Endless Boogie had been a band for six years when they were invited by Slint to play the All Tomorrow's Parties festival in the UK. Up to that point, they had been perfectly content existing only at their weekly Lower East Side rehearsals (and the occasional New York City show). At the time, Jesper Eklow and Mark Ohe worked at Matador Records, and word had begun to spread about the Art Departments band. They figured if they were leaving the country to play a show, they should have something to sell, so they pulled some recordings from their rehearsal tape archive, ran two small pressings, hand stamped some sleeves, and the Endless Boogie story officially began. The records (often referred to as "black" and "white") have long fetched high prices on the secondary market. They're back in print here and packaged together as a double CD / double LP set.
Aaron Burr's attempt to seize the Texas Territory for his own dominion has beguiled composers 'n bands for ages. Allegedly Aaron Copeland's 'Appalachian Spring' was originally entitled 'Blennerhassett Spring' til Martha Graham had a snit & threatened to tell his socialist pals he was active in the Lavender Maa, the fuckin' witch. But hey, it went on to win a Pulitzer Prize. Lowell George supposedly had a concept album in the can (aka, 'Carolina Parakeet') what was all about it, then Neon Park said he refused to draw a bird sportin Burr's noggin, so George ended up makin 'Thanks I'll Eat It Here' instead. Then died not long after. Now that's just a damn shame! And so this fascinatin' tale of (alleged) treasonous expansion would end up in limbo until Endless Boogie took up the quill & recorded this new, inspired masterpiece entitled, 'Vibe Killer'. It's like a history lesson plundered deep outta the archives of Straight/Bizarre.
Our story opens w/a jowly narrative enunciated by Top Dollar (as Aaron Burr) callin’ out all them sissy Dem-Rep blaggards, letting 'em know he's on his own path. Naturally what follows is some tasty sun zoom riage a’tween TD 'n The Governor and the wiley Sweenhound, backed solidly by the Razo/Druzd rhythm union. In fact, through the whole of this opus, Druzd eortlessly marshals through the sonic undertow while Razo rudders his bass like a brilliant pulse in a spasmodic vortex. Top Dollar, the aforementioned Herr Sween & The Governor gnash, morph, crystallize while the jams ow it's 'Mirror Man' bum-rushin’ 'Pretties For You'. Before ya know it, we're at track 5 ('Back In '74') where the plot ostensibly takes us to a memory've Burr enterin' college, but is surreptitiously more about the year Top Dollar gave up on Grand Funk in favor of Josefus. You're followin' all of this, right So as we amble into the ether of this brilliant opus, we can surmise by title 6 ('Jeerson County') the end is near. Burr (aka, Top Dollar) reects on everything from Wilkinson's betrayal to the excellent meals while in captivity at Fort Stodden, then suddenly, NO, it's him, Top Dollar-with full Endless Boogie heft-soarin' high above the hobo res that icker along the bank've the Ouachita River, drownin' out forever the simperin' harmonica bleats've tyranny. It's almost enough to make you wanna smoke a ham. Friends & collectors, Endless Boogie have never not occupied the Catbird Seat.Winners gonna win, yo. They, like Aaron Burr himself, understand manifest destiny & no amount of port nor Madeira will take them down. Shit, might as well bring the sherry too. Who knows, maybe your mom's a fan.Roland Seward WoodbeBurr, Texas (Wharton County)2017
Third studio album from New York's kings of choogle Endless Boogie. The 8 tracks are still rooted in informal jams but this one finds them expanding their sound dynamically: more guitar, more atmosphere, deeper grooves. Frontman Paul Major finds new ways to grunt, holler and groan, sounding more crazed tongue-speaker than vocalist in a rock band. The addition of Matt Sweeney on third guitar takes the intensity up while providing a willing partner for Major to play off. Mojo Magazine say: "It's a roller-coaster of amplified sound... Long Island is alive and involving, creating a world of it's own".
Deep, heady grooves anchor the second album by New York’s Endless Boogie. Once a hobby, now becoming the powerhouse they were meant to be. Is the world ready? Led by Top Dollar, the egoless frontman and master of his instrument, the Boogie cut seven glorious tracks at Rare Book Room studios in Brooklyn, tacked on a goddamn epic rehearsal jam and called it Full House Head. We’re not one to speak hyperboles, but it could be the first masterpiece of the new decade.