Lollipop Magazine

All Shall Perish – The Price of Existence – Review

September 29, 2006

Their blend of technical death, metalcore breakdowns, and grind speed is refreshing in a time when many bands seem content churning out the same old shit.

Shadows Fall – Fallout From the War – Review

September 29, 2006

As the title suggests, Fallout… acts like a companion piece to The War Within, replete with covers, re-recordings, unreleased material, and a few new tunes.

Ignite – Our Darkest Days – Review

September 29, 2006

Ignite has hardcore and punk credibility, but also have the ability to write very catchy and commercial-sounding songs.

Brian Posehn – Live in: Nerd Rage – Review

September 26, 2006

The mainstream might know him as “that awkward guy on Mr. Show and Just Shoot Me,” comedy buffs and metalheads know Brian Posehn as the thrash-addicted giant.

Genghis Tron – Dead Mountain Mouth – Review

September 22, 2006

A substantial portion of the electronic beats has been replaced by more grind, and a touch of electrified doom. The guitars sound more assured and comfortable.

Dog Fashion Disco – Adultery – Review

September 22, 2006

DFD dances naked in the back of your mind while jackhammering your defenses with coy melodies, Mike Patton theatrics, jazz sax, and death metal fist-fucking.

Amorphis – Eclipse – Review

September 8, 2006

Roaring mightily one minute, soaring the cosmos the next, and then skipping around the fire, a Vintersorgian singer emoting his Viking heart out.

Phaze 1 – Review

September 8, 2006

The jackhammered masterwork of Lyzanxia brothers David and Franck Potvin, along with percussive maelstrom Dirk Verbeuren of Scarve and Soilwork fame.

Poisonblack – Lust Stained Despair – Review

September 8, 2006

Sentenced’s Ville Laihiala provides a viable alternative to the much-beloved suicide rockers. Poisonblack isn’t afraid to get both Gothic and proggy.

The Number 12 Looks Like You – Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses – Review

September 1, 2006

Their tantrums annoy me a whole lot less than the other “aren’t we arty?” douche bags. There’s grind and blast and skronk mixed in with the wankery.