1997 – Page 85 – Lollipop Magazine

Liquor Lecture – Bar-Hopping – Column

April 1, 1997

Bar-hoppers are annoying social locusts who descend on a bar, schmooze and wheedle their way into others’ social lives, and then swarm away to the next bar.

Splashdown – at The Middle East – Review

April 1, 1997

Kaplan’s vocal lines captivate the audience as the crowd sways trying desperately to dance in the over-crowded stage front area.

Swans – with Low at the Somerville Theatre – Review

April 1, 1997

Swans music descends like a black cloud and comes down in torrents. This isn’t music you listen to, you surrender to it.

The Jesus Lizard – at The Middle East – Review

April 1, 1997

David Yow is a pillar among purveyors of destruction and bad taste, and the Jesus Lizard rumbles and squeals like the hot water boiler just before it blows.

Mediacrity – The Oscars – Column

April 1, 1997

They nominated good movies, that’s what!!! Quality independent-minded films with few explosions and no breakdancing aliens, and only one starring Tom Cruise!

Blood and Wine – Review

April 1, 1997

The film is filled with action although everything gets a little hectic and messy at times. But if car crashes, bloody fights, and a few mild cases of death turn you on, Blood and Wine is your cup of tea.

Lost Highway – Review

April 1, 1997

Your ability to take Lost Highway hinges upon your tolerance for ambiguity, plots that unfold intuitively rather than logically, and non-Hollywood resolutions.

88 Fingers Louie – The Dom Years – Review

April 1, 1997

Sure, they sounded almost identical to every other caffeinated punkpop band of the early ’90s, but 88 Fingers Louie sounded rawer and had hoarser vocals.

Shine – Review

April 1, 1997

Focusing on classical pianist David Helfgott’s retreat into a private world, filmmaker Scott Hicks discovers a contradiction between this eccentric, slightly confused individual and the precision of delivering some of the most complex music ever written.

SubUrbia – Review

April 1, 1997

It may seem an odd pairing in certain respects – Eric (Talk Radio) Bogosian’s dark, cynical theatrical sensibilities coming head to head with Richard (Slacker) Linklater’s sweet-natured, seemingly unstructured cine-meanderings – but, in the case of subUrbia, it’s a match made in observational heaven.