Lollipop Magazine

Union 13 – East Los Presents – Review

September 1, 1997

A good stab at Hüsker Dü’s Land Speed Record in intensity. It’s more punk than hardcore, and a very refreshing glass of youthful angst on this hot sunny day.

The Collector’s Guide to Heavy Metal – Review

September 1, 1997

Popoff has invested six years analyzing these nearly 3,700 records, carefully logging his impressions of the music and the climate of the culture at the time.

Softkill – Review

September 1, 1997

As far as car bombs, street fighting, and creatively cheating the government go, Abbie Hoffman’s authoritative guides to pig-hunting are far more educational.

Ulver – Natens Madrigal – Review

September 1, 1997

Norwegian Black Metal that makes my skin want to jump off. Ulver, which means wolf, attempts to capture the romanticism and brutality of lycanthropy.

It Crawled From the South: An REM Companion – Review

September 1, 1997

Gray goes beyond the glitteringly-illustrated fan-loving texts and the jumble of apocryphal internet mutterings to create a complete academic survey of R.E.M.

Chronicles of Disorder – Review

September 1, 1997

It looks much like any other hastily-assembled chapbook, full of haphazardly-layed-out text, dark Xeroxed photos, and such, but there’s love in these pages.

Twenty Miles – Twenty Miles & R.L. Boyce, Othar Turner, Fife and Drum Spam – Review

September 1, 1997

You probably know Judah Bauer from his time spent in Jon Spencer’s shadow. He steps out a bit here on this effort with his brother, Donovan.

Tindersticks – Curtains – Review

September 1, 1997

What other band drags a whining, junksick melodica over an impatient backbeat? Or snags Ann Magnuson and Isabella Rossellini to serve as vocal foils?

Three Years Down – Kill the Cool – Review

September 1, 1997

This ain’t gonna challenge anyone’s expectations about the future of music, but Three Years Down plays good, tight punk rock and that should be enough.

Thought Industry – Black Umbrella – Review

September 1, 1997

You can fuck to it, drink to it, declare a point of grave creation, sit in exile under fist over lecture, or stare at a dark wall with a gun in your underwear.