Lollipop Magazine

Porn – Wine, Women and Song – Review

May 9, 2005

The collective that is Porn is back with undoubtedly their most fearsome lineup yet: Tim Moss, Billy Anderson on bass, and Melvins’ Dale Crover on drums.

Valis – Head Full of Pills – Review

April 25, 2005

Knob-twiddling weirdness seamlessly integrated with duh-style riff rock. Like Van Conner’s former band, Screaming Trees, only more hard rock and psychedelic.

The Witnesses – Tunnel Vision – Review

April 25, 2005

Perhaps it’s the different singers (I count at least three) or the variety of styles, but this feels like songs from two or three different albums put together.

The Hangmen- Loteria – Review

April 25, 2005

Like guys (and gal) who used to live for Aquanet, spandex, and fishnets but now just wanna make Stones and Faces records. They do it better than most.

Skeemin’ No Goods – Review

April 25, 2005

Ramones/Motörhead/Thin Lizzy cha-cha-cha from guys who’ve tooled for The Laughing Hyenas, Easy Action, Speedball, The Paybacks, The Fags, Seduce, and others.

The Bones – Straight Flush Ghetto – Review

April 25, 2005

Songs are insanely catchy, while also retaining enough rock ‘n’ roll velocity to satisfy the folks with pompadours and Bettie Page t-shirts.

Sasquatch – Review

April 25, 2005

There’s a shit-ton more R&B pulsing through Sasquatch’s veins than those of the school of Sab/Vitus/Sleep worship. Two of three members are Detroit transplants.

Nine Pound Hammer – Kentucky Breakdown – Review

April 18, 2005

The first real song, “Rub Yer Daddy’s Lucky Belly,” rocked my ass and made me laugh, and the good times don’t let up for the album’s 33 minute running time.

Skullflower – Orange Canyon Mind – Review

April 13, 2005

20 years of “lumbering abstraction” and “freeform, bass-heavy, feedback-driven improv noise rock.” This stuff can be glorious, or like leaving the vacuum on.

The Old Haunts – Fallow Field – Review

April 13, 2005

Members have been in enough bands, big and small, to know how to do it, and they choose to do it dirty. Not ironic dirty, just blowing amps and jumping around.