November 1998 – Page 24 – Lollipop Magazine

The Night Chicago Died – Fiction

November 1, 1998

Street level new music, which had previously been delightfully profane, had been rudely adopted by sacred operatives. Nothing could ever be the same.

The Exes – Review

November 1, 1998

Pagan Kennedy’s second novel shines a sharp, yet sympathetic spotlight on a band of underground musicians who once shared intimate connections.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – Review

November 1, 1998

Bauby, who suffered the stroke in December of 1995, dictated these memoirs by blinking his one good eye at an alphabet screen on the wall of his hospital room.

No Assembly Required – Column

November 1, 1998

It’s painful to hear what is probably a darn good band’s effort ruined by the over-production, over-saturation, over-packaging, over-hyping of major labels.

Rock And Roll Babes from Outer Space – Review

November 1, 1998

Three intergalactic nymphets scour the Australian prairies in their orange PVC miniskirts, abducting men, women, and animals for joyrides and girly ha-ha’s.

Random 02 – Review

November 1, 1998

It wouldn’t be so bad if they had chopped him to pieces and then stitched him together with the thread of drum ‘n’ bass, but they don’t.

L’Oser – Jean-Paul Bavard rappes avec Beck – Fiction

November 1, 1998

Superstar Singer/Songwriter Beck recently consented to an interview with the internationally-acclaimed Literature/Music/Fashion Critic Jean-Paul Bavard.

Ranting Again – Review

November 1, 1998

The only drawback of this collection is technical: On the page, his material loses the benefit of his smooth delivery, and that little self-satisfied giggle.

Bikini Kill – The Singles – Review

November 1, 1998

Like Fugazi, Bikini Kill has generated plenty of attention from corporate pimps, but passed it over so they could continue releasing raw, uncompromising punk.

Bickley – Pogo Au Go-Go – Review

November 1, 1998

Bickley is a manic, group-shouting, junk rock band ranting about TV, teen porn stars, beer, peeing, and butt-sniffin’ clowns.