Lollipop Magazine

Enter Naomi – SST, L.A. and all that – Review

December 14, 2007

Joe writes about how the culture, SST Records, and the people who fueled it hammered at being the real full-on thing, not a negatively-defined counter-culture.

Baby Shambles – Shotter’s Nation – Review

December 14, 2007

Where last year’s Down In Albion gave a medicine-headed snapshot of the singer’s opiate use, Shotter’s Nation has a clarity and energy that the former lacked.

Exodus – The Atrocity Exhibition… Exhibit A – Review

December 14, 2007

Vitriolic tirades and epic rants on the corruption of organized religion and the brainwashing power of our wonderful military-industrial complex.

Aeon – Rise to Dominate – Review

December 14, 2007

Aeon borrow the eerie intervals and dirges of Morbid Angel, Legion-era Deicide’s rhythmic mastery, and new Cannibal Corpse’s penchant for quick tempo changes.

The New Amsterdams – At the Foot of My Rival – Review

December 14, 2007

Matt Pryor started The New Amsterdams when The Get Up Kids were still active, devoting his folkier/mellower output to the moniker. They’ve never sounded better.

High Tension Wires – Midnight Cashier – Review

December 14, 2007

One simple riff is repeated ’til exhaustion while the corrosive voice of Mike Wiebe (Riverboat Gamblers) delivers a deadpan performance.

Greg Thuman – Primal Static – Review

December 14, 2007

The spurting post-Zep string strangle winnowed through The Cult’s resurrection of that feel via the best moments of late ’80’s “hey baby” cock rockery.

Hot Shots Tennis – Review

December 14, 2007

The character and environment concepts are all over the map and don’t adhere to any theme that could help this title stand out in the crowded tennis field.

Carnival Games – Review

December 14, 2007

The motion-sensing actions of Wii Sports transferred to a carnival setting of familiar mini-games. Some (Skeeball) are much better than others (Ring Toss).

Chthonic – A Decade on the Throne – Review

December 12, 2007

Chthonic on their turf, playing to thousands of screaming Taiwanese fans with a backing choir, laser light shows, and, of course, the prerequisite corpse paint.