November, 1995 | Lollipop Magazine

Joe Satriani – Review

November 1, 1995

Filled with amazingly beautiful vocals and heartfelt lyrics that shine through despite the low-fi production. There are no guitar solos either.

Talking Rain: Spoken Word & Music from the Pacific Northwest – Review

November 1, 1995

Listening to this CD should convince you, no… should propel you to get out and experience Spoken Word. Includes filmmakers Gus Van Sant and Ken Kesey.

In Flames – Subterranean – Review

November 1, 1995

Crystal clear and tight instrumentals, raw and crisp Helloween-esque singing guitars. Vocals are like early Kreator, Whiplash, or more recently, At the Gates.

Humble Gods – Review

November 1, 1995

They’re wild, break the rules, and love publicity stunts. They play raw, unfiltered punk rock with enough manic energy, hate, and humor to make ’em rock.

Super Fantastic Mega Smash Hits – Review

November 1, 1995

I was disturbed to find myself old enough to remember these songs, still there are gems to be found.

Hooch – Maximum Shindig – Review

November 1, 1995

“Trapeze” is literally a circus of chaotic tomfoolery, and it only gets weirder from there on out. A nice novelty album, but not crucial to your collection.

Sturm und Twang! A Private Collection of German Underground Pop – Review

November 1, 1995

I wish compiler Christoph Gurk had included English translations of the lyrics – some of these guys sound like they have something to say. A great collection.

Heavy Vegetable – Frisbie – Review

November 1, 1995

Four extremely talented musicians playing goofy-surreal, off-kilter pop. With the melodies jumping around and twisting like a weasel attacking a snake.

Heather Nova – Oyster – Review

November 1, 1995

What sets Heather Nova apart from the pack are the harder, darker pieces, especially the ones driven primarily by percussion. On these, Nova really shines.

Notes From the Underground – Review

November 1, 1995

A carefully chosen selection of would-be hits from the vast sea of guitar rock bands who reside just below the surface of the American mainstream.