“Endless Boogie” is the first solo release from Baltimore’s Andy Livingston. Presented to me as a “warped stumble through turntablism and cassette work and bent psychedelia,” the album has me thinking of a kind of Black Dice take on the Ghost Box label’s catalogue.
Anti-rhythms sputter in and out as rumbling low end bubbles out of the psychedelic muck, at times resembling something like Ranger’s “Pan AM Stories” slowed down beyond recognition.
But ultimately, these textures and lo-fi howls never give away enough to reveal their contents, which gives the album an abstractness that can’t be generalized down into songs or specific instruments. It’s part sound collage, part drone, but entirely unlike either one without the other.