April 1996 – Page 11 – Lollipop Magazine

Tailgating is Not a Family Value – Fiction

April 1, 1996

It was too hot… Even for a motorcycle… Too hot to think… Too hot to breathe…

Hitard the Fool – Fiction

April 1, 1996

She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.

From Point A to Point A and Back Again – Fiction

April 1, 1996

There is no point. There are only an awful lot of tangents and a few inconsistent coincidences thrown in to keep us feeling off balance.

The Upper Crust – at The Rat – Review

April 1, 1996

With tongue planted firmly in cheek, the Duke and the Lord led the cavalry into another night of electric-laced glam pomp.

Turkish Delight – with Double Dong, Neptune at The Middle East Cafe – Review

April 1, 1996

The chosen sounds transposed from washy, pretty feel to a more unnerving discordant sensation, and served to keep the appreciative audience transfixed.

Toxic Narcotic – with Acid Bath, D.R.I. at The Rat – Review

April 1, 1996

My first time to check out these local dudes, and they are brutal. They kind of reminded me of Drop Dead.

Coroner’s Corner – Remember When I Hit My Nuts?!! – Column

April 1, 1996

By one of Italy’s hottest new talents, this flick made it past American censors without any cuts, just a clunky retitle: Originally called Dellamorte Dellamore.

The Incinerators – with The Dickies, Magnolia Thunder Finger, 90 Proof at Satyricon, Portland, OR – Review

April 1, 1996

Make-up, heels, fishnets, patent leather French maid get-ups (keep in mind that 3/4 of the band are guys). Raise your hand if you like the New York Dolls!

The Dickies – with Magnolia Thunder Finger, The Incinerators, 90 Proof at Satyricon, Portland, OR – Review

April 1, 1996

They were tight, fast, loud; and I was drunk and enveloped in the mosh pit that started about two seconds into the set. Needless to say, I stopped taking notes.

Squirrel Nut Zippers – at TT the Bears – Review

April 1, 1996

Whiskey Sour in one hand, pretty girl in the other, twirling and spinning the night away to the uptown jump beat. The floor was packed.