Lollipop Magazine

Overcome – When Beauty Dies – Review

October 1, 1997

Hoo-wee, these fellers can punch out a tune! Ten (plus the now obligatory bonus-track) pounding psalms to the glories of moral Christian life.

Nobodys – Welcome to the Springs – Fuck You! – Review

October 1, 1997

Sloppy perv/punk rockers cover six songs by their favorite Colorado Springs punk bands. Members of the Nobodys were in all the bands covered at one point.

Mustard Plug – Evildoers Beware – Review

October 1, 1997

One of the definitive 3rd wave bands, Mustard Plug returns with swift guitar licks, strong but not overpowering horns, zesty bass lines, and solid drumming.

Mission of Burma – Vs. – Review

October 1, 1997

The only full-length LP recorded during Mission of Burma’s existence, vs. (1982), is the fullest flowering of their harshly lush attack on record.

Mission of Burma – Signals Calls and Marches – Review

October 1, 1997

Conley only has one solo songwriting credit on the record, but “That’s When I Reach For My Revolver” was an instant classic, a masterful anthem of desperation.

Mission of Burma – The Horrible Truth About Burma – Review

October 1, 1997

When Miller contracted tinnitus, Burma was forced to call it quits after one last tour, captured for posterity on 1985’s The Horrible Truth About Burma.

Misfits – Static Age – Review

October 1, 1997

This never-before-released 17-song debut from ’78 has the original (Raw and gorgeously under-produced) mixes of classic cuts like “She” and “Spinal Remains.”

Matera – Same Here – Review

October 1, 1997

What do you expect from the ex-drummer of Napalm Death but something that completely fucks with your head and skews your perception of music?

Lionrock – An Instinct for Detection – Review

October 1, 1997

An easy-going funk proposition, with a rational MC over the top, utterly coherent, chanting about the state of the world as the beats slowly get stoned.

Zao – The Splinter Shards the Birth of Separation – Review

October 1, 1997

They sound like Strongarm: Generic, metal-ish hardcore. I can handle that most of the time, but not along with knee-jerk prosletyzing about the “moral life.”