We're going through a revolution in band naming! Whaddya need me for when you can pick up a cd (if people still did that kind of thing) and it says Endless Boogie on it, and sure enough, you will get an album full of vaguely bouncy, groovy, spacy jams that seem to go on forever*, forging rails across spacetime, one spike at a time, driving onward like cosmic John Henries.
This is art rock. Fuckit, this is Art Rock, though weirdly couched in a crunchy, desert psycho hillbilly aesthetic, Les Claypool and Roky Erickson stoned beyond reason, riding repetition and noise forever, taking just enough dubious shortcuts through dubious landscapes to be weirdly engaging along the way. But then, you probably knew all that already 4/5
* and heck, with an average song length of 10 minutes and a total running time of almost an hour and a half, they kinda do
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