1997 – Page 32 – Lollipop Magazine

Coroner’s Corner – Space… What a Cool Place – Column

October 1, 1997

The blockbuster of the summer should be Contact. Viewing this classic, I felt the ghost of Carl Sagan was sitting next to me going, “Cool… this film rocks.”

Donnie Brasco – Review

October 1, 1997

It plays like the American Playhouse version of Scorsese – insightful, dramatic, but stripped of oomph.

Five Seconds Expired – with Otis, Jocobono, Stompbox at the Rat – Review

September 1, 1997

Five Seconds Expired took to the stage first. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there. But I’ve seen this Burlington, Vermont, band numerous times as Slush.

Skarmageddon Three – Review

September 1, 1997

Moon Ska’s Skarmageddon series has been the be-all-end-all of ska samplers; a double-disc set featuring over thirty tracks. The third one is no exception.

R.A.F.R. Vol. II – Review

September 1, 1997

Flipside showcases 30 bands ranging from established to virtual unknowns. A good release to see what the less polished underside of punk sounds like.

Awakening – Females in Extreme Music – Review

September 1, 1997

Compiled by Raul (Dwell) and Rayshele Teige (ex-Century Media), you’d trust this’d be the best of women in extreme metal, but it fails to engage on any level.

Austin Powers – International Man of Mystery – Review

September 1, 1997

The soundtrack runs dayglo red with the work of contemporary artists mining the paisley vein, with some bona-fide artifacts thrown in for legitimacy’s sake.

Verbow – Chronicles – Review

September 1, 1997

Verbow sounds big. It has the kind of wheatfield-raking feel that leads me to believe it makes one hell of an acoustic set of its own.

Totem of the Depraved – Review

September 1, 1997

His sexual exploits are explicit and often perverse, but carry with them what Richard Hell nails as “a kind of resigned, Christ-like vulnerability to love.”

The New York Hangover – Review

September 1, 1997

Great under-covers reading for any repressed boy scout, and could rouse fascinating discussions if placed on the back of the suburban family toilet.