July 1995 – Page 15 – Lollipop Magazine

Chris Whitley – at the Middle East Cafe – Review

July 1, 1995

he suffers from J. Mascis syndrome: His recording is fucking brilliant, but his live sound is so loud that you can’t tell what he’s playing.

Black Light Rainbow – at The Causeway – Review

July 1, 1995

Bigger, inkier, and with more square yards of black leather on their pierced hides than just about anyone, Boston’s hardcore scene take note.

Idle Chatter – Summer Movie Edition – Column

July 1, 1995

Crispin Glover and Corey Feldman lead a few-star cast as astronauts tormented by an axe murderer in both hockey and oxygen masks in Apollo the 13th.

Graffic Traffic – Mr. Ryk Goes to Comic Storeville – Column

July 1, 1995

Even if you find a comic store that is well-lit, professionally arranged, and staffed by people who wash regularly, it still seems an intimidating place.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

July 1, 1995

He scanned the titles: “The Rhyme of the Ancient Marinara.” “It was the best of times – ah, no it wasn’t.” “Brother, Can You Paradigm?” Inspiration struck.

Quien Es Tu Madre? – Fiction

July 1, 1995

Cigarette smoke, marijuana smoke, we are fish in a bowl… Travelling around the speed of sound… all we hear is salsa, all I taste is Tisha…

Cheap Speech – Fiction

July 1, 1995

Already the chimps are bearing their capped teeth, thumping their imported-cotton chests, and throwing dirt, lots of dirt, into the air.

I’m Depressed, So Buy Me Some Smack – Fiction

July 1, 1995

I must’ve touched on a sensitive subject. He probably wasn’t supposed to be there. Or maybe he was ashamed of being dead, and didn’t want anyone to mention it.

Coroner’s Corner – Entrails From the Crypt – Column

July 1, 1995

I recently saw Tales From the Hood and now I can’t stop swearing. This flick presents four separate stories that are tied together by a framing theme.

Cine-Trash – Track 29 – Column

July 1, 1995

An unholy souffle of over-the-top performances (Sandra Bernhard plays Christopher Lloyd’s mistress), weird editing/camera foolery, and muddy Freudianism.