Lollipop Magazine

Prelude to a Lick – Going National – Column

December 1, 1995

I’d love to tell you it’s been a dozen or more roses making a shitload of copies of Lollipop and then dropping them off he way most people put out their trash.

The Grifters- At TT the Bears Place – Review

December 1, 1995

The set was spotty, but their Velvet Underground sensibility meets ’90s power chord rock sounded pretty good by the end of the night (beer factor included).

The Gravel Pit – with Brian Stevens, Poundcake, The Gravel Pit, Expanding Man at TT the Bear’s Place – Review

December 1, 1995

The Gravel Pit had a good rock thing going, with great heavy bass. The singer has a powerful, somehow Dickie Barrett-esque yell that even worked on a ballad.

Rancid – at The Strand – Review

December 1, 1995

When Rancid play, it’s pure magic. Their presence is overwhelming and the energy is consuming. Tim is an angel on stage, so vulnerable, yet powerful.

Poundcake – with Brian Stevens, Poundcake, The Gravel Pit, Expanding Man at TT the Bear’s Place – Review

December 1, 1995

Thankfully, the guys in Poundcake had a little more of an edge to them. They were happy too, but they didn’t feel the need to smile at each other constantly.

Pansy Division – at the Rat – Review

December 1, 1995

They ran through most of their new album, Pile Up, and a lot of my earlier faves, such as “Rock ‘N’ Roll Queer Bar,” “Cocksucker Club,” and “James Bondage.”

Mediacrity! – Column

December 1, 1995

I will grant, however, that that Baywatch Nights show is pretty radical. No wonder the Germans dig that guy.

Expanding Man – with Brian Stevens, Poundcake, The Gravel Pit at TT the Bear’s – Review

December 1, 1995

Trippy rock, with great grooves and a charismatic singer. After the set, I left quickly because I had the inexplicable urge to lick the sweat off his body.

Marilyn Manson – at Mama Kin – Review

December 1, 1995

Things went downhill about halfway through the set, when the band followed Mr. Manson’s lead and left the stage. After the fourth time, it was getting old.

Clutch – at The Rat – Review

December 1, 1995

While Clutch may be one of my favorite bands, I was bored stiff as the band trudged through ’70’s-ish guitar rock meanderings.