Lollipop Magazine

Negativland – Over the Edge, Vol. 2 – Review

December 1, 1996

At its best, the results achieve synapse-jumbling new extremes of aural pranksterism, non-linear noise layering, high satire and low comedy.

Maximum Penalty – Independent – Review

December 1, 1996

Maximum Penalty. They were a NYHC band that started in the early ’80s, disbanded for a while, then regrouped with new members in early ’95.

Lycia – Cold – Review

December 1, 1996

Empty wastelands. Barren cities. Full moons on February midnights. The songs are all drawn out, weighed down with processional drums and full strings.

Les Baxter – Que Mango! – Review

December 1, 1996

His last non-soundtrack album, he was set to completely weird out the orchestra. Not an easy task, considering that it’s 101 Strings once again.

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion – Now I Got Worry – Review

December 1, 1996

The disco strings, funk riffs, and a good deal of the “Number one blues singer in the country” cheerleader-speak that colored 1994’s Orange are absent.

John Barry – The EMI Years Vol. 3 – Review

December 1, 1996

The writer of “The James Bond Theme” himself, Barry wrote of the best soundtracks of the ’60s before going on to become a “serious” film composer.

James Brown – JB 40: 40th Anniversary Collection – Review

December 1, 1996

Polydor made a wise choice when compiling JB 40, avoiding anything he did after 1979. What we got here is some of the best soul and funk around.

Jack Frost – Snow Job – Review

December 1, 1996

The great thing about Jack Frost singer Steve Kilbey is that he always sounds so damn amused as he weaves his lyrical web of enchanted mystic nonsense.

Iron Maiden – Best of the Beast – Review

December 1, 1996

It took two discs, 27 songs (76 minutes), and a 60 page booklet to get across all the songs and info required to do a band like Iron Maiden justice.

Harold Budd – LUXA – Review

December 1, 1996

If you’ve sat in a quiet, ancient movie theater and listened to the ghosts of old dreams, old laughs, old wars, awkward dates, you’ll appreciate Harold Budd.