September 2000 – Page 12 – Lollipop Magazine

Dillinger Four – Versus God – Review

September 1, 2000

Educated but street-savy, punishingly hilarious yet insightful, a bombardment of deep thinking and social commentary drenched in cheap alcohol and ass jokes.

The Demonics – Demons on Wheel – Review

September 1, 2000

Trash-rock and Russ Meyer’s sense of aesthetics gives the record a (fronted) idea of fun: Fast cars’n’faster women are the only things worth livin’ for.

The Forty Fives – Get it Together – Review

September 1, 2000

Tho’ they hail from Atlanta, The Forty Fives have a bit o’ ’60s Anglo affectation, like they listened to lotsa Animals singles.

Devin Townsend – Physicist – Review

September 1, 2000

Devin’s genius is in his humor, his ability to meld lush “pop” melodies and production with brutal, pounding metal like absolutely no one else. A true pioneer.

Destruction – All Hell Breaks Loose – Review

September 1, 2000

More chaotic and dangerous than most of the German thrashers and their o’er-the-pond Bay Area compatriots, Destruction are on the comeback trail.

The Delta 72 – 000 – Review

September 1, 2000

For urbanites, The Delta 72 have got more of a country sound, more Memphis soul tinged with Gospel vox than the Philly variety.

Deicide – Insineratehymn – Review

September 1, 2000

More hook-ridden and less predictable than their last studio effort, Serpents of the Light, it’s also a lot more paced than anything Deicide’s done.

Deftones – White Pony – Review

September 1, 2000

White Pony alone will have to fend off all the imposters and set the ever-raising bar for shitty nü metal bands to fall shy of.

Dee Snider – Never Let the Bastards Get You Down – Review

September 1, 2000

A collection of material that never saw the light of day that Dee Snider wrote throughout his time in Twisted Sister, Desperado, and Widowmaker.

The Chasm – Procession to the Infraworld – Review

September 1, 2000

Mexican death metal. Death and old Amorphis’ melodic lines, old Sepultura’s string picking, and old Pestilence’s crisp, “quick punctuation” riffing.