slabboogieman

Swedish nightmare rockers Boogieman play a savagely bleak form of heavy grunge laced with some kind of sub-atomic intricacy, like Tool with muscles and motorbikes and complicated black leather masks. It's riff rawk, if riff rawk was prone to wringing its hands in distracted anxiety, sweating out a bad situation with all four walls falling at once. It's the sound of desperados making a last stand long after the 'Game Over' sign is already blinking, and it's intense, baby. This particular disc is a 4 song demo that Boogieman eventually re-recorded after winning a battle of the bands or some such pissing contest, and that's the version that you'll hear, with the powerhouse production and the digital gloss. Me, I lost the re-release in some fuckin' car somewhere, but the brooding power of the men that Boogie bleeds through even in this relatively primitive form. Word has it that, since this was recorded, Boogieman went on to sign themselves one of those multi-album contracts, so you'll be hearing more from them soon, but check out these 4 songs- they're available on their website- for an early listen to some of the blackest hears in Super Rock.