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By: Dennis Cook
Great googly moogly, this is hot stuff! Endless Boogie reclaims the messy, brutish glory of the second word in their name, slapping its ass like the law was on their tail and then putting the beast away worn and wet. This is primo sophisticated unsophisticated rock, very much the kin of Motorhead and Foghat but with neat time barriers dissolved by a punky resolve to barrel through any fucking thing in their way. I bet one's hair blows back in a lovely way when this bunch opens up in concert. Recorded in Brooklyn, Focus Level (No Quarter) oozes Southern charm and British blues swagger. Some Howlin' Wolf and Blue Cheer joints have this vibe but nothing approaching the resplendent abandon of opener "Smoking Figs in the Yard" or unrestrained gonadal wheeze of "The Manly Vibe." The lyrics are often just a perfectly emotive gurgle or speaking-in-tongues outburst, the feel matching the music and meaning be damned. When you can pick up the words in the vaguely ZZ Top-ish delivery they're just fine but like those Texas boys, always hovering around a good time (or a good time gone wrong). If AC/DC just chugged it without looking at a clock it might come out a bit like Endless Boogie, who've mastered an ingenious, seemingly remedial thwack of their own and given it free rein. Anytime someone hotboxes in a muscle car this should be the soundtrack, a mixture that'll make you feel like you're flying down the highway even when you're stone still. And one can only speculate about the sort of ballin' that'd go down if this was shaking your sub-woofer.
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