Lollipop Magazine

The Drags – The Drags / The PeeChees split – Radio Disappears – Review

October 1, 1997

The Drags pound through the PeeChees’ “Slick’s Living It Up (at the Bottom of the Sea)” like a bunch of basement tapeworms.

Steel Miners – “Let’s Roll” / “What Can You Do” – Review

October 1, 1997

As uppity and snotty as the great garage gobs of daze gone bye, the Steel Miners knock through a pair of monoxide-damaged rockers.

Sicko – “Three Tea” – Review

October 1, 1997

A world-view of picnics, petulance, and talking dogs with a slightly tougher sound, the way a six-year-old would imagine pop-punk to sound.

Riverdales – “Blood on the Ice” / “No Sense” – Review

October 1, 1997

While the hockey motif is well worn (“puck rock” was funny the first coupla times we heard it), at least they play it energetically.

Nobodys – Welcome to the Springs – Fuck You! – Review

October 1, 1997

Sloppy perv/punk rockers cover six songs by their favorite Colorado Springs punk bands. Members of the Nobodys were in all the bands covered at one point.

Japanese Torture Comedy Hour – Japanese Torture Comedy Hour / Autoerotichrist split – Review

October 1, 1997

Replace your stylus with a dental drill and put on a Nurse With Wound drone-disc and you’ll get a similar effect.

Hot Damn! – “Beaver Shot” – Review

October 1, 1997

The Damn-sels cover The Periscopes’ “Beaver Shot” and The Genteels’ “Take It Off!.” Mostly instrumental. If you know the titles, you know the words.

The Gremmies – The Boss Now Sound of… – Review

October 1, 1997

Fur waxed-up wave-ridin’ trem ‘n’ twang instros flippin’ the surfin’ bird to anyone L7 enough to Venture outside the clambake/drive-in/shindig axis.

Descendents – “Gotta” – Review

October 1, 1997

While this has only one new song and a kinda beefier, rawer-sounding version of the hidden track on Everything Sucks, it’s got Milo on it. Ergo, it rocks!

Autoerotichrist – Japanese Torture Comedy Hour / Autoerotichrist split – Review

October 1, 1997

Bone saws and a shortwave radio stuck between a dead frequency and the live broadcast of a roto-tiller in a scrap-metal landfill competes for your attention.