Endless Boogie

My hard drive frequently clutters with music I've never listened to, whose source I can't divine, recorded by bands I've never heard of. I am then left with the task of freeing up space, often through listening "cram sessions" whose sole purpose is to identify and then jettison the obvious tripe... to make room for more rash downloading.

Such was the case today.

One gem that made the cut is the album Long Island by Endless Boogie: eight tracks, each six to fourteen minutes long, of dark and relentless blues-rock jamming. I can't say that any of the songs are great, but they're all really good, though listening fatigue sets in pretty quickly. It's a perfect soundtrack for cocaine-fueled housekeeping, or seething about a love-gone-bad while cruising around the city after dark. I'm pretty sure Stoner would have loved it.