Oog Bogo
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About the Artist

Oog Bogo’s performances feel less like a setlist and more like a shapeshifting séance—uncanny, unhinged, and completely enthralling. Helmed by Kevin Boog, a fixture of LA’s underground scene, the project draws from post-punk, garage rock, and a kind of theatrical dissonance that flirts with collapse but never quite loses the thread. Their live shows are kinetic, almost ritualistic, where angular riffs stutter and swell while the rhythm section threatens to cave in the floorboards. Fans often reference the night at Zebulon where, mid-song, Boog calmly rewired a broken pedalboard with duct tape and a screwdriver—without missing a single verse. It’s that sort of chaotic precision that defines the Oog Bogo ethos. Songs like Plastic don’t just hint at their sonic world—they drag you in sideways, underscored by a nervous energy that somehow manages to be both deeply weird and painfully sincere. If you’re not sweating or slightly disoriented by the end of the set, you probably didn’t show up early enough to catch the mood breaking loose.