December 1996 – Page 7 – Lollipop Magazine

Hamlet Idiot – Tango Palace – Review

December 1, 1996

They take an avant-rock approach to music, recalling an unhealthy blend of DC Post Hardcore, Pussy Galore, and NYC’s Knitting Factory on a bad night.

Gordon Green – Impossible Christmas – Review

December 1, 1996

Completely and utterly screwy. How else to describe an album containing “We Wish You A Delirious Christmas” and “The Dance of the Heavy Metal Fairies”?

Good Riddance – A Comprehensive Guide to Moderne Rebellion – Review

December 1, 1996

I hate calling punk songs pretty, but sometimes Good Riddance comes close, and “A Credit to His Gender,” featuring Cinder Block (Tilt), is a perfect example.

Frogpond – Count to Ten – Review

December 1, 1996

Grimy, gritty, grinding lyrics delivered in sweet girl vocals are just the kind of anomaly that appeals, and the tunes are evenly tough and edgy.

Floodgate – Penalty – Review

December 1, 1996

Floodgate lifted the distinct touches of Soundgarden and Alice In Chains, smashed them into bare-bones trudge rock, and are half as good as Clutch.

Fifi – Sinkhole – Review

December 1, 1996

It’s fasterlouder coolass “stop/start/solo/stop/ start/etc.” I woulda loved this back when I thought Minor Threat was the greatest band on the planet.

Exit 13 featuring Bliss Blood – Smoking Songs – Review

December 1, 1996

Steve O’Donnell and Bill Yurkiewicz are joined by bong blast buddies Dan Lilker and Richard Hoak of Brutal Truth, and Miss Bliss Blood of Pain Teens.

Evil’s Toy – Morbid Mind – Review

December 1, 1996

The sound is akin to mid-late ’80s Skinny Puppy and Front Line Assembly. Dark, heavy rhythms and pin-prick synth melodies, and the vocals sound like Ogre.

Esquivel! – Merry Christmas from the Space Age Bachelor Pad – Review

December 1, 1996

Compiled of tracks between 1959 and 1962, Merry Christmas from the Space Age Bachelor Pad takes on such classics as “White Christmas,” and “Frosty the Snowman.”

The Grass Harp – Review

December 1, 1996

Based on a novel by Truman Capote, The Grass Harp has more stars in it than It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World, but this fillúm turned out to be stomach churning.