Full House Head

Lamenting the death of rock and celebrating the constant exultations of its rebirth has become exhausting. As one entity is bringing hammer to nail, another is prying the coffin lid to exhume the body before the maggots take to it. Do we really need an effigy of Jimi Hendrix to keep rock alive? By claiming its death, are we really setting it free?

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Endless Boogie's 2008 LP debut, Focus Level, brimmed over with agreeably out-of-time guitar rambles, a wooly tangle of Skynyrd and Steppenwolf and anybody else unwilling to let a good solo go. The album, clocking in well over an hour, was fitfully satisfying but felt unfocused and exhausting over the course of an LP. Their latest, Full House Head, spreads eight chugging fretboard excursions over an equally copious 76 minutes, roving past everything from the Marshall Tucker Band to the Meat Puppets along the way. The boogie's still not bad; it's that other thing they've gotta knock off.

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