Released: December 2014
Clocking in at less than ten minutes, the debut EP from British rock duo Bosco Rogers makes no bones about getting straight to the point. It boasts four tracks of fuzzy, scrambled garage rock with a dash of psychedelia; enough to whet the appetites of any ‘60s enthusiast with interest in The Monks or The Zombies. Lo-fi production and screeching guitars make up a love letter to blues and garage records of years gone by minus any sentimentality or derivative indulgence.
To even think about suggesting that this is the first modern act to borrow from the dirtier areas of ‘60s rock would be extraordinary, with Bosco Rogers adding Googoo to a lengthy shelf of upbeat retro grooves adorned by the likes of The Black Keys, Temples and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, to name but a few. The influence of such acts is evident on the EP’s title track, a two minute rocket launch of a track that forces stinging lead guitar excerpts upon its listener in a most mischievous and unpolished manner. Everything’s up in the air as the chords, beats and melodies try to hold this cheeky bluesy number together. It’s a sonic thunderstorm that proves the English duo to be at their best when they really sound like they haven’t a clue what they’re doing.
Equally hotchpotch is The Middle, utilising minimalist production to create a garage record in the original sense of the word as guitars clash and the drums emanate raw energy behind vocal melodies influenced by acts from across the seas. From the past The Mamas and the Papas spring to mind, whilst the trippy meandering vocals of Jagwar Ma and Tame Impala are probably the closest contemporary reference point for this dreamy number. The track showcases Bosco Rogers’s USP: they manage to fuse the raw and grounded aspect of dirty blues rock with astral melodies, causing the music to ascend to another realm whilst staying rooted in the familiar tones of simplistic guitar rock.
They shamelessly steal from the sounds of the ‘60s yet somehow get away with it. Be it with the dirty mess of the EP’s title track or the psychedelic organ of Corner to Corner, there’s more than a hint of at least one area of the guitar spectrum on every track, each number rooted in a stripped back retro style. The music sounds effortless and at times meaningless, but that’s exactly what we want from Googoo; it’s ten minutes of baggage-free fun with allusions to something bigger on its way.