Who says classic rock is dead? (Actually, I say it all the time.) But bands like Ape Machine effortlessly prove the contrary, as on their brand-new debut album This House Has Been Condemned. It's a brash slab of boogie, with nearly every riff-heavy tune stretching far past the five-minute mark—and for good reason: Once you're locked into a stone-cold groove, man, there's no rush to jump right out of it. Recalling in equal parts Sabbath, Blue Cheer, and your mustachioed dirtbag cousin's shag-carpeted van, the bloozy guitars of Ape Machine pretty much insist you cut the sleeves off your favorite jean jacket, roll up a few doobies on the album cover, and party at the moon tower 'til dawn. NED LANNAMANN