Lollipop Magazine

Death Cab for Cutie – The Stability EP – Review

September 9, 2002

Magnificent lucid-pop band plays it really quiet… walking away with a Björk cover and two stretched-out-like-taffy minimalist shoegazers.

All That Remains – Behind Silence and Solitude – Review

September 9, 2002

You can’t listen to this and not think of Amon Amarth or In Flames. Thematically, they’re lost in thought, questioning faith, and willing themselves on.

Conduction – Review

September 9, 2002

Warm, uplifting, somber, intimate, sincere, well-crafted, not to mention just plain beautiful. Conduction write the songs that make us all sing.

Lock Up – Hate Breeds Suffering – Review

September 9, 2002

What started out as a refreshing throw-back to the good ol’ glory days of grindcore has grown into a half-assed sophomore album.

Lisa Loeb – Cake and Pie – Review

September 9, 2002

These songs are sweet and singable but always feel a touch left behind, as if they were penned by a younger artist who didn’t allow her style to mature.

Jerry Cantrell – Degradation Trip – Review

September 9, 2002

A dense, sprawling, dead-serious collection of harrowing trips like Alice In Chains without the unpredictability or increasingly roughshod production.

Motörhead – Hammered – Review

September 9, 2002

Rock ‘n’ rollsy Motörhead punctuated by one all-out speed demon, a couple too-simple, too-stupids, and four-in-a-row that are rich, bloody-minded experiences.

Gregg Allman – No Stranger to the Dark: The Best Of – Review

September 9, 2002

Though he’s been making solo albums since 1973, this compilation focuses exclusively on the last 15-20 years, starting with 1986’s I’m No Angel.

Mammoth Volume – The Early Years – Review

September 9, 2002

A vault dumper you may actually want. Mammoth Volume weave melodies and harmonic warmth snaked from classic rock into big. fat tunes.

Elvis Costello – When I Was Cruel – Review

September 9, 2002

An excursion into Swing-style horns, jazzy anti-ballads, and noir film soundtracks. Anyone looking for balls-out power pop ala ’77 is going to be disappointed.