Boogieman by Dicemen: A Wild Ride Through Rock’s Edgiest Corners
Alright, buckle up, because Boogieman by Dicemen is not your average rock album—it’s more like a chaotic house party where the neighbors are definitely calling the cops. Released in 2004 outta the Netherlands on Royal 3 Records, this sucker dives headfirst into Rockabilly, Punk, and Psychobilly vibes. Think greased-up hair, stomping boots, and that “I-don’t-give-a-damn” attitude dialed up to eleven.
Now, let’s talk tracks. First off, there’s Silly Thing. This one sticks with ya because it’s got this raw energy that feels like you’re in some smoky dive bar at 2 AM. The guitars? Razor-sharp. The vocals? All snarl and swagger. It’s the kinda song that makes you wanna grab a beer (or three) and yell along even if you don’t know all the words. Honestly, it’s messy in the best way possible—like life itself but louder.
Then there’s She’s Hot But She’s Tuff. Oh man, this track hits different. It’s got this punchy rhythm that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. Lyrically, it's classic rebel stuff—equal parts braggadocio and heartbreak—but what really gets me is how damn catchy it is. You’ll find yourself humming it hours later while brushing your teeth or pretending to be cool during grocery runs. And trust me, no one looks cool pushing a shopping cart while mumbling about “hot but tuff” chicks.
The whole vibe of Boogieman feels like Dicemen took everything they loved about old-school rock ‘n roll, threw it in a blender with punk grit, and hit puree. Tracks like Dogshit (yeah, really) keep things weird and unapologetic, while the title track Boogieman delivers exactly what you’d expect—a spooky-fun anthem perfect for late-night drives when shadows stretch long across empty roads.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this album feels less like entertainment and more like stumbling into someone else’s secret underground world. It’s rough around the edges, sure, but isn’t that where the magic lives? By the time the last chord fades, you might just sit back and wonder why modern music can’t feel this alive anymore. Or maybe…just maybe…you’ll start questioning whether your own life needs a little more chaos. After all, who wouldn’t want to live like Dicemen for a day?
So yeah, crank this baby up loud, lose your mind a little, and thank me later.
