Lollipop Magazine

Testament – Live At The Fillmore – Review

September 1, 1995

While their newer material hasn’t struck my fancy, this live album has all my faves from each album. Produced raw and crunchy.

Diesel Meat – Alone – Review

September 1, 1995

Not bad for a tape with a hand-written cover. Minor keys, distorted guitars, solid bass. The vocals should be a little more prominent in the mix.

Dead Fucking Last – Proud To Be – Review

September 1, 1995

They’re old school punk/hardcore with blitzcore energy and humor. Sometimes they suck big donkey dick. Produced (kinda) by Adam Horovitz of the Beastie Boys,

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

September 1, 1995

Dale Henderson is a fucking madman with a white Stratocaster. Go see Bëowülf for a kick in the ass and one hardcore lesson in showmanship.

Das Klown – Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha – Review

September 1, 1995

A lot like California punk rock, circa 1980, of the fast, snotty, juvenile variety, such as Circle One or the Adolescents.

Over the Edge – Vol. II – Review

September 1, 1995

While this compilation doesn’t match up to the first one, Vol. II does have some good songs on it. A good hardcore compilation to pick up.

Crown Roast – “George” – Review

September 1, 1995

Really ugly, belligerent sludge rock. This is the type of thing that your square friends can’t understand how anyone could enjoy listening to.

Electro Industrial Assassins – Review

September 1, 1995

With this 15-song compilation of Hard recording artists, all styles are in attendance. Many bands are leaders of the European electronic movement.

Angry Salad – at the Jamaica Pond Roadhouse – Review

September 1, 1995

Angry Salad is one of those rare rock bands that is not attempting to save the world; the boys are just trying to look good, sound good, and have a good time.

Amanda’s Dirty Secret – with Holy Smokes, Heavens to Murgatroid, Scissorfight, The Hellions in Kittery, Maine – Review

September 1, 1995

At times, Amanda’s Dirty Secret sounded like Hole, at times like some DC post-punk band, and by this time, I was getting pretty drunk.