Lollipop Magazine

Liquor Lecture – Temperance – Column

April 1, 1998

There comes a time when I just don’t have the kindheartedness to forgive the slovenly drunk, even though I have worn that hat on much more than one occasion.

Metro Stylee – Review

April 1, 1998

Their sound is planted solidly in energetic 3rd wave ska, but they manage to evoke the mournful presence of Billie Holiday as easily as Brooklyn streetcomers.

Mark Eitzel – Caught in a Trap and I Can’t Back Out ‘Cause I Love You Too Much Baby – Review

April 1, 1998

From his days as American Music Club frontguy to his solo present – are there any reviews or profiles that don’t qualify their enthusiasm in some way?

Komputer – The World of Tomorrow – Review

April 1, 1998

Komputer appeared 20 years after Kraftwerk, all stylistic and idealistic innovations and catastrophes (see ‘parachute pants’)) have to be taken into account.

Junkie XL – Saturday Teenage Kick – Review

April 1, 1998

Studio guru Tom Holkenborg enlisted the aid of Fear Factory’s Dino Cazares and Urban Dance Squad’s Rude Boy to transform the club scene into a clubbing scene.

Ivy – Apartment Life – Review

April 1, 1998

Singer Dominique Durand add some interest with her British-trained Frenglish, as when she sings, “Eet ees a queek ahnd painless death.” So sweet and powdery.

In Flames – Whoracle – Review

April 1, 1998

Whoracle speeds through desolate landscapes, stops at a rest area and cavorts in the bushes, then jams the high-octane metal monster back into overdrive again.

Hypocrisy – The Final Chapter – Review

April 1, 1998

A greatest hits record, only more along the lines of “Say, Peter, give us what you’ve got, regardless of style, and we’ll call it the last Hypocrisy record.”

Hepcat – Right on Time – Review

April 1, 1998

At the Hellcat pharmacy, I found all manner of top-quality cure-alls, but the pharmacist assured me that Hepcat was the one most suited to my needs.

Front Line Assembly – Flavour of the Weak – Review

April 1, 1998

I believe in my heart of hearts that the last couple of FLA albums did poorly because they sucked.