Reviews – Page 1193 – Lollipop Magazine

House of Large Sizes- at the Middle East Cafe – Review

June 1, 1994

House of Large Sizes doesn’t bother with gimmicky effects or laser light shows; they strip it down to catchy, sneering, country twang-gone-wacky pop.

G. Love & Special Sauce – at The Linwood – Review

June 1, 1994

There’s a six-foot-two guru sitting in a chair knocking his bony knees together in rhythm, thumb-picking real Delta-style blues on an old Silvertone guitar.

Fudge – Southside Speedway – Review

June 1, 1994

A solid foundation of alternative power pop, Fudge fine-tunes the strong melodies, spacey noise transitions, and garage punk in a 30 minute, 11 song disc.

Fear of God – Toxic Voodoo – Review

June 1, 1994

What is now Fear of God was once Detente, a band Dawn Crosby put together in the ’80s that was heralded among the L.A. thrash at its finest.

Genitorturers – at Local 186 – Review

June 1, 1994

“I want to hear you beg!” roared the intro tape as the band began their crunching, mean, and snarling backdrop to the antics of Gen and her Genitorturers.

Dumpster Juice – Get That Out of Your Mouth – Review

June 1, 1994

Taking a nice little band like Napalm Death and mutate with Scatterbrain (and put Pro Pain’s vocalist up front) and there you have it. Call it weirdcore.

Dandelion – I Think I’m Going To Be Sick – Review

June 1, 1994

It’s all in there: ’60s British Invasion, ’70s Guitar Rock, punk rock, one-hit-wonder alternative, and a dash of grunge to keep it contemporary.

Compulsion – Comforter – Review

June 1, 1994

Their music is adrenaline-soaked pop punk. Noisy, catchy, throaty, energetic and rather indistinguishable from scores of other fine bands.

Black Train Jack – You’re Not Alone – Review

June 1, 1994

Positive Energy and good, clean fun is what this band is all about. It’s straight-edge hardcore, but they don’t get all self-righteous and judgmental about it.

Visiting Mrs. Nabokov – Review

June 1, 1994

Whether it’s interviewing Madonna, traveling with a rowdy soccer team, or covering the Republican Convention, Martin Amis has an artist’s eye and a lucid pen.