February, 2002 | Lollipop Magazine

Buried Alive – Last Rites – Review

February 22, 2002

So I guess Buried Alive is no more, eh? Too bad, cuz Last Rites shows that they were just becoming bearable.

Alpha Motherfuckers – A Tribute to Turbonegro – Review

February 22, 2002

Three years later, the Turbojugend is still growin’, and that’s a testament to somethin”, seein’ as most bands can’t get anyone to care they’re around NOW.

Broke Americans – Review

February 22, 2002

Ugly Kid Joe slacker surfer-bum boogie and simple funk stuff like they heard Fishbone’s classic “Lyin’ Ass Bitch” but didn’t wanna work that hard.

Bottom – Feels so Good When You’re Gone – Review

February 22, 2002

Listen to the slow, quiet palm-muted whispering intro of “Got Meth?” knowing full well the gut-wrenching howl is going to kick in… wait for it… woooooowwww!

A Fistful of Rock – Vol. 7 – Review

February 22, 2002

This series is for anyone who gets cranked up by Motörhead, Agent Orange, AC/DC, pre-Beatles Redd Kross, early Kiss, The Runaways/first couple Joan Jett recs.

Blue Öyster Cult – Curse of the Hidden Mirror – Review

February 22, 2002

Curse… is less metal, more Buck-poppy and ennui-bluesy. It’s daring, hooky but only in a shimmery salmon run manner.

Silver Tongued Devil – Red-Eyed and Tongue-Tied – Review

February 22, 2002

Pretty okay stuff in that Motörhead to Zeke to Nashville Pussy stripbar strip-mined vein. Supersonic whoop-ass is what these guys are all about.

Blink-182 – Take Off Your Pants and Jacket – Review

February 22, 2002

Accessible, sure, and they take pretty safe chances and wag their privates at The Establishment, who’re pretty used to punks waving their privates at them.

667 Neighbor of the Beast – Review

February 22, 2002

This double-CD (for the price of one!) is part three of the Industrial Fucking Strength series of hardcore techno.

Blackrock – Roadsaw – The Boston Sherwood Tapes – Review

February 22, 2002

The band’s punk rock edge is nicely complemented by the lo-fi recording, but the two tracks present a slightly baffling portrayal of the band.