Lollipop Magazine

Crowbar – Time Heals Nothing – Review

September 1, 1995

Their songwriting has improved. They are not just playing that slow slug stuff, but using more energy and groove, making this album a helluva lot more brutal.

Death… Is Just The Beginning – Review

September 1, 1995

Two discs. 38 tracks. All death. Whoooaaahhh!! was the sound I made after willfully subjecting myself to this vicious monstrosity. A must have.

CIV – Set Your Goals – Review

September 1, 1995

From the seasoned scenester’s pep talk for the aspiring young mosher, to the obligatory dis on the trouble-starters who spoil the fun, it’s all here.

Battlegrounds – Review

September 1, 1995

The new movement is Gabber. It’s harder, faster, and more vile and violent than the PC raves your mom and dad are now letting you go to.

Central Nervous System – Reality Check – Review

September 1, 1995

Big, heavy guitars and bass, Slayer-style drums with dance-y hi-hat, and growling vocals. Credits don’t mention the nut lobbing samples like grenades. Woah!

Supersuckers – Sacrilicious – Review

September 1, 1995

With 14 songs of corruption, their tongues are planted firmly in-cheeks and their chops are mighty. Masters of punked-up, powerchord-soaked rock ‘n’ roll.

Blue Faces – In the Days of the Lightbulb on the Wall – Review

September 1, 1995

I thought this would be an album of trance music played with real instruments. I found it was simply a boring rip off of Floyd and others.

Streetcleaners – Pomona Queen – Review

September 1, 1995

What the hell? Rotten puts out D.R.I. and Acid Bath, and then they release this ’80s Stones-rip-off-tribute-band?

Black Number Nine – Review

September 1, 1995

With x-members of glam gods Fighting Cocks, Black Number Nine shed that slut-rock groove to expose solid, bluesy rock.

State of the Nation – Review

September 1, 1995

Picture a really angry Matthew Sweet. This CD is chock full of power pop excrement. Really lame, not very political, with annoying vocals.