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CHOOGLIN''
"If you''re looking for a condensed history of "choogle," head over to TCBlog. In the meantime, Minneapolis quartet Chooglin'', who rocked Beerland shortly before South by Southwest, take the name seriously on their latest self-titled.
Armed with a Creedence-coined moniker and a logo nicked from Chicago (might wanna lawyer up on that count, boys), Chooglin'' blasts far beyond whatever notions those two weapons might confer. The fourpiece utilizes garage-borne punk fury to remind us of the ass-shaking salvation once offered by the boogie-down guitar rock of the Seventies before it got all bloated on deli trays and cocaine.
Ex-Midnight Evils Jesse Tomlinson and Brian Vanderwerf conjure up double-barreled guitar pyrotechnics while drummer Shawn Walker splays himself every which way at a hundred miles an hour without losing time. Opener "So Stupid" spins itself into a frenzy approximating a speed-of-sound collision between Muddy Waters, Foghat, and the Streetwalkin'' Cheetahs. Breakneck soul workout "Do It to It" and a well-placed cover of Roy Head''s "Treat Her Right" garner extra oomph from the Horns of Eleganza''s barroom brass. Theirs is the sound of workaday shackles rapidly evaporating into a rank steam of spilled beer and hormones."
Greg Beets, Wed Apr 18, 2007 AUSTIN CHRONICLE, Austin, TX
Bio
At a time when most things purporting to be emotive feel about as inspired and sincere as a belated hallmark card, Chooglin'' is an invigorating, aneurism inducing plunge in the water following twenty minutes in the sauna. Their brand of ragged but right, primal and propulsive rock n roll evokes images of a semi on Georgia Overdrive; that is to suggest the musical equivalent of 18 wheels precariously careening and barreling down a hill in neutral to increase velocity. Chooglin'' does not so much as thumb their collective noses at the poindexters and bean-counters often masquerading as ''the man,'' but instead bellows a caveat that the road runs both ways, so don''t let the door hit you in the ass.
The core and foundation of the group is a reminder that cracking the proverbial egg is sometimes the impetus for a brand spanking new omelet. After reaching a musical cul de sac of sorts in the critically acclaimed and equally potent Midnight Evils, guitarist/vocalist Brian Vanderwerf and drummer Jesse Tomlinson felt it was time to reshuffle the deck by adding Fuck Yeahs drummer Shawn Walker and former Blame bassist Jeff Johnson to the mix. Tomlinson in the meantime added fodder to the belief that all drummers secretly want a spot in front of the riser, and traded the cans for six strings; effectively serving notice to Jack Butler that his days as the Devil''s own guitar player are numbered. Not since the between song banter captured for posterity on Kiss Alive I & II has a front man been heard working a room like Vanderwerf sans the disingenuous innuendo. Without a doubt Vanderwerf has spent some time in the ladies room, and I''m reasonably certain he likes his gin cold, but he doesn''t feel the need to resort to extended braggadocio. Johnson and Walker keep things hopping at a tight gallop, while leaving enough space for subtle vacillation, keenly cognizant that what doesn''t bend breaks.
During the prohibition, Cabaret laws in New York City prevented most nightclubs from among other things allowing brass sections in musical aggregations. The equation is clear of course; brass is an invitation for lewd and lascivious behavior. So the question remains, did Chooglin'' choose to augment several songs a night with The Horns of Eleganza despite, or due to, the moral decadence that was sure to be invoked. Regardless, like a certain larger ensemble from Illinois before they decided to drop the Transit Authority from the marquee, this band has an assemblage of bombast at its disposal, allowing Chooglin'' to unleash the fury on unsuspecting fans like Robert Duval dropping Wagner (and Napalm) in Apocalypse Now.
With their high-energy live performances generating a great deal of buzz locally, and subsequent critical accolades from the likes of the City Pages and the Minneapolis Star & Tribune, it was simply a matter of time before the band headed for the studio. Armed with a new self-released, eponymous, debut recording produced by Dave Gardner (Hold Steady/Melvins/Dillinger Four), Chooglin'' is taking it on the road. Like the bumper sticker that proclaims "Without Trucks, America Stops" Chooglin'' understands that in these dire times of musical attrition, it is imperative to bring the goods to a town near you, and in the process, finding out if the road really does run both ways.
Jon Morgan
Here''s a review of our very first show opening for the Reigning Sound and the Detroit Cobras
"In Da Club: Chooglin'' at the Triple Rock"
by Christina Schmitt
November 23, 2005
"The word "Chooglin''" sounds like an onomatopoeia for beer guzzling or trains chugging. It''s actually a Creedence Clearwater Revival term for partying and fornicating, as laid out in the classic, "Keep on Chooglin''"--"You got to ball and have a good time/And that''s what I call chooglin''." What''s also called Chooglin'' is a new local band that debuted last Friday night at the Triple Rock. The CCR reference was probably lost on the majority of the twenty-to-thirtysomethings at the show, but judging by how quickly and early the bar filled up, many did know that the opening band featured two former members of the now defunct Midnight Evils, guitarist/singer Brian Vanderwerf and drummer Jesse Tomlinson, who now plays a Telecaster and occasionally flips off assholes in the crowd. Chooglin'' the band is a good time, emphasis on beer and a classic rock sound; their standout, Shawn Walker, also drummer for the Fuck Yeahs, channels Keith Moon through his manic drum fills. The crowd thinned for the middle act, Reigning Sound, and gathered again for the headliners, R&B-garage-rock cover band the Detroit Cobras. But either due to the band''s more sedate take on rock or because the crowd was all choogled out, the stage never did regain the evening''s earlier verve."
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