Lollipop Magazine

Halcion – with Foetus, Ultra Bidé at Mama Kin – Review

September 1, 1995

Midway through the set, I realized that I was enjoying them. By the time they took off, the music had turned noisy and intense, and hate had turned to love.

Gwen Mars – at the Rat – Review

September 1, 1995

It’s tight, accessible heavy rock that combines the sounds of Seattle and L.A., for people who are long over the “grunge” thing.

Guttermouth – with The Grabbers at Axis – Review

September 1, 1995

If ever a band was aptly named, it’s Guttermouth. One word. Three syllables. Punk as fuck. They hit the stage with an attitude that barely fit in the room.

Grover – at T.T. the Bear’s – Review

September 1, 1995

Since the disbanding of Let’s Active in 1989, it’s been difficult for Angie Carlson to find a musical outfit that worked for her. Then she formed Grover.

God Lives Underwater – with The Women of Sodom, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, Lords of Acid at Avalon – Review

September 1, 1995

While both EP and full-length are chock full of computer gimmickry, their live set was very boy-next-door rock bandish.

Forty – with Fifty Lashes, Bëowülf at the Rat – Review

September 1, 1995

These local boys impressed me so much that I climbed out of the cellar and up into the muggy Kenmore air to smoke cigarettes and watch Mr. Butch panhandle.

Foetus – with Halcion, Ultra Bidé at Mama Kin – Review

September 1, 1995

Thirwell strode onstage amid a wash of lights and the Debussy-in-a-blender intro to “Godboy” playing at two hundred decibels.

Fifty Lashes – with Forty, Bëowülf at the Rat – Review

September 1, 1995

Fifty Lashes hit the stage like four drunken baboons all cranked up on some government-sanctioned amphetamine that the military is no doubt secretly testing.

Earth Crisis – with Ignite at the Middle East Cafe – Review

September 1, 1995

The power of their music, their convictions, and their live presence is simply amazing.

Die Cheerleader – at Avalon – Review

September 1, 1995

Astonished eyes and open mouths, than clapping hands. Whatever it was that people had expected from this band, getting sledged in the forehead it was not.