Lollipop Magazine

Therion – Celebrators of Becoming – Review

January 12, 2007

How you feel about Therion depends largely on your tolerance for hugely melodramatic, pretentious opera metal. Experience Therion with this six-disc box set.

Caliban – The Undying Darkness – Review

January 12, 2007

German powerhouse Caliban does the whole metalcore meets the NWOSDM (New Wave of Swedish Death Metal) thing well. For a debut full-length, this is really good.

Twelve Tribes – Midwest Pandemic – Review

January 12, 2007

There’s prog twiddle mixed in with single-note howl and “I like this riff, I’m going to groove on it for the rest of the song,” clean singing and more yowling.

Baby Boy H – The Imaginary Dream – Review

January 12, 2007

Each song is mammoth, building slowly and steady until the climax, and you realize you’ve been staring in silence at the speakers, mouth slightly ajar.

The Divine Comedy – Victory For the Comic Muse – Review

January 12, 2007

Finally, composer of symphonic, cinematic, epic ballads Neil Hannon returns, age and parenthood having had no negative effect on his charm, wit, or craft.

Pilot Speed – Into The West – Review

January 12, 2007

Pilot Speed’s singer has some of that Muse vocal power, even if the songs aren’t as rich and dense, They’re from New Zealand, now living in Canada.

Pavement – Wowee Zowee – Sordid Sentinels Edition – Review

January 12, 2007

Wowee Zowee, gets a similar repackaging here as its two predecessors did, stuffed to the gills with a beautifully bound booklet and loads of extras.

Rule of Rose – Review

January 12, 2007

Despite high-ranking Italians getting hot and bothered over it, Rule of Rose is a fairly average game that doesn’t stand alongside the Resident Evils or Bullys.

Fuck the System – Review

January 5, 2007

As a tattoo-covered punk scumbag, Rob Rotten has taking punks, skaters, and skins to places Suicide Girls wouldn’t dare.

Chrome Division – Doomsday Rock ‘n Roll – Review

January 5, 2007

Doomsday Rock ‘n Roll constantly struggles to overcome the clichés attached to any other denim’n’leather band with aspirations of three-chord stardom.