"I could easily throw out a number of fancy adjectives, snappy $10 words and a whole great list o' past names, sounds, genres etc to describe what BOGUE is puttin' forth….and I probably will. Eventually.
What the hell, ya see BOGUE, to me, is the summation of all things great. Three cats from Detroit, with the taste and style to trim the fat, cut, paste, and hold it altogether with grooves that just won't quit. It aint "indie rock", it aint garage rock, it ain't even ROCK rock. Yet the BOGUE sound is all those things and more. They pull as much outta funky 70's Bo Diddley as 50's rockin' Bo Diddley. They get as much mileage outta Snatch and the Poontangs as the Gories. As much outta the Gun Club as the Stones….well, you get the point (or some reference points, if you're a particularly lazy music journalist).
What I'm tryin' to get through is that BOGUE is the real deal. The true low down greasy grit that makes great rock-n-roll. Of course, it's all about coppin' some licks and grabbin' some beats, but you also have to wanna make 'em your own. BOGUE isn't about payin' tribute, they're about bein' part of the lineage.
Maister, Walker, and Hafer have the ability to take their heartaches, pain, loves, losses, frustrations, and let's not forget good ol' fashioned fuckin' (all classic themes…) and channel 'em into some "Ass Shakin' Jams". They lay it down with intensity and fervor, yet not without sacrificin' a good time.
I believe one of the reasons BOGUE is so amazing, is that these boys were BORN to play together. BOGUE is a single living monster, all it's own.
Found some 4-tracks of Dan and I from my old space in the Atlas building. Summer of 2001. I was rewinding one, thinking "I should clean these up and put it out somehow....then the tape snapped off the real. I said in the air, "alright Dan, I get it." still, I wondered about what these might mean to a handfull of people. 4 plastic cassettes like gold. I felt the warm'd ghostly wind from a beautiful lost summer, and the cold absoluteness of what followed and rung out my guts for my little part in having failed him as a friend. about a week later the 4-track just would'nt power up, and since then the high E string of the guitar he would play has broken and I just down have the heart to put it back on.
