1996 – Page 93 – Lollipop Magazine

The Gotohells – with Tunnel Rats, The Cretins at The Rat – Review

May 1, 1996

The Gotohells rock my retarded ass into a wife-beating frenzy. These racing-circuitbreakers prompted me to pour motor oil in my hair by the gallon.

Chisel – 8 AM All Day – Review

May 1, 1996

Ted Leo’s voice plays around in the upper registers that Pete Shelley can’t quite manage these days. The fluid rhythm section cracks like Eton rifles.

The Dandy Warhols – with Love and Rockets at the Paradise – Review

May 1, 1996

The Dandy Warhols seemed almost oblivious to the audience. This is music you don’t just hear, you experience. “It sounds like the end of a great orgasm.”

Cannibal Corpse – Vile – Review

May 1, 1996

George Fisher (of Florida death metal powerhouse Monstrosity) is a better vocalist than Chris Barnes, but the band has opted for a more Slayer-like approach.

The Cretins – with Tunnel Rats, The Gotohells at The Rat – Review

May 1, 1996

The Cretin buzz has been brewing for a while, and now they’re on their way to pop-punk knighthood.

Buttsteak – Men Who Pause – Review

May 1, 1996

So quirky they’re bewildering, except all the songs sound the same. Nonsensical dadaist lyrics, spiffy harmonies, knowin’ how to work the same song structure.

Rocket From The Crypt – with Rancid, The Showcase Showdown at Avalon – Review

May 1, 1996

The two-man horn section fit right into place alongside the heavy percussion, loud guitars, and pounding bass. Festive, frat party psychobilly punk.

Both Worlds – Beyond Zero Gravity – Review

May 1, 1996

Backed by the capable Leeway, the former voice of the Cro-Mags retains his vocal power and attitude with this release.

Rancid – with Rocket From The Crypt, The Showcase Showdown at Avalon- Review

May 1, 1996

Rancid blasted right into “Roots Radicals” and mass hysteria ensued. Although I didn’t want to like Rancid, I have to admit they were really fun and energetic.

Bile – Teknowhore – Review

May 1, 1996

As with Suck Pump, this latest industrial, effect-laden release courses through the veins like adrenaline sprinkled liberally with slivers of glass.