Lollipop Magazine

Thy Infernal – Warlords of Hell – Review

February 22, 2002

Necro black metal that capitalizes letters at the drop of a hat and adds extra exclamation points to letcha know they mean business.

Starflyer 59 – Leave Here a Stranger – Review

February 22, 2002

Starflyer 59’s Pet Sounds (all the way down to the mono recording!): Layers and layers of instruments floating atop of each other like disembodied ghosts.

NRA – New Recovery – Review

February 22, 2002

Most of the songs sound similar, over-amped “traditional” three-chord punk rock, mebbe hopping into the way-too-big boots of Naked Raygun.

Tall Paul – Mixed Live – Review

February 22, 2002

Ingest copious amounts of MDMA. Get someone to turn the lights on and off, really fast. Play loud. Otherwise, it’s just another incessant beat album.

Hog Molly – Kung-Fu Cocktail Grip – Review

February 22, 2002

Hog Molly is the reincarnation of Tad with the same dirty, rock’n’roll thunder, and an ex-member of underrated ‘Frisco thrashers Panic (Marty Chandler).

Lennon – 5:30 Saturday Morning – Review

February 22, 2002

She’s 19, writes her own songs, can belt it out like Pat Benetar, she’s fuckin’ hot, and she does a lot of photoshoots in ripped’n’tattered black t-shirts.

Novadriver – Void – Review

February 22, 2002

Stomping early-’70s-flavored body-odor rock with terrific vocals, and a tornado of pulverizing psychedelic guitars awash in wah-wah.

His Name Is Alive – Someday My Blues Will Cover the Earth – Review

February 22, 2002

While a noodly/spacey rock project in the past, Warn Defever has made a full-blown jazzy r&b album with the help of Lovetta Pippen, a Harlem choir girl.

Last Days Of April – Angel Youth – Review

February 22, 2002

Angel Youth, despite being a complete rip-off of Clarity-era Jimmy Eat World is an emotional meteor shower that flattens me to the ground with every song.

No Return – Self Mutilation – Review

February 22, 2002

Roaring vocals, excellent production, and killer guitarists who layer in thirds, and chug those nasty half-stepping riffs that simply never get old.