December 2006 – Page 2 – Lollipop Magazine

Jeff Walker Und Die Flüffers – Welcome to Carcass Cuntry – Review

December 22, 2006

Ex-Carcass bassist/vocalist Jeff Walker’s “solo” “country” album. What, you thought he was bluffing?

Scissorfight – Jaggernaut – Review

December 18, 2006

There are multiple tracks overdubbed, some tentative attempts at harmonies, and Ironlung seems to be making a valiant attempt at actual singing.

The Hope Conspiracy – Death Knows Your Name – Review

December 16, 2006

Add them to the short list with Most Precious Blood, If Hope Dies, Unearth, Diecast and a few other hardcore bands who are now worth listening to, finally.

Imogene – Review

December 15, 2006

Imogene should be from a hippy commune, the desert, the mountains. Some place where you can smoke up and jam with yer friends. But these guys are from L.A…

Ace Combat X – Skies of Deception – Review

December 15, 2006

Touted as a mission-based action game, you’ll still need to closely monitor your gauges, go in for tune-ups, and reserve 30 seconds to turning around.

Flogging Molly – Whiskey On Sunday – Review

December 15, 2006

Flogging Molly’s Irish frontman, Dave King, serves as the impetus for this collective, each with their own history, personality and talent.

Destroy Destroy Destroy – Devour The Power – Review

December 15, 2006

Children of Bodom played to perfection, shrieking Cradle of Filth played to a (Manowar) tee. All the Viking lore played for your giggling, ironic amusement.

Converge – No Heroes – Review

December 15, 2006

Built on a mound of rubble, a synergy of brawn and brut, all with the sting of a large vodka and soda, the precious metal(s) that they are, and totally rawk.

Bugs Multiply – Review

December 15, 2006

Chugging retro-’80s rock with emo overtones and a strange vocal effect that sounds like a double gone overboard. Gets more alternative as it drones on.

The Macho Man’s Drinkbook – Review

December 15, 2006

Something to keep in a high traffic area so you can pull it out at a party or when you’re drunk with friends for some gut laughs and quality boob ogling.