Brian Varney – Page 20 – Lollipop Magazine

Leadfoot – We Drink For Free – Review

August 16, 2003

Having been burned by Leadfoot releases, I kept waiting for them to suck, but instead I got excellent tune after excellent tune of hard-rockin’ highway music.

Uncle Tupelo – Still Feel Gone – Review

August 16, 2003

The second album is their most straight-ahead rock album, and also the weakest. The album feels like the solo work of separate artists rather than a band.

Uncle Tupelo – No Depression – Review

August 16, 2003

The band’s first album showcases the band’s punk roots most obviously. Despite the subject matter and the acoustic guitars, there’s no mistaking the punk roots.

Uncle Tupelo – March 16-20, 1992 – Review

August 16, 2003

Nearly all-acoustic and a handful of traditional folk and country covers along with some like-minded originals. Their darkest, most gripping music.

Erik Larson – The Resounding – Review

August 16, 2003

Alabama Thunderpussy’s Erik Larson’s The Resounding is exactly what a solo album should be: Ideas and emotions which don’t fit what the main band is doing.

Baby Woodrose – Money For Soul – Review

August 16, 2003

Since Blows Your Mind!, an elusive-but-worth-the-search gem, Baby Woodrose has become a three-person band, signed to Bad Afro, and recorded in a real studio.

AC/DC – For Those About To Rock We Salute You – Review

August 6, 2003

Most folks know the monumental title track (the intro alone is classic), but there’re plenty of other worthwhile slabs of the band’s trademark grease-boogie.

Sofa King Killer – Lust Crime and Holiness – Review

August 6, 2003

They seem to share space with bands like Isis, who are more about creating tones and atmosphere ala Pink Floyd than writing verse-chorus-verse pop songs.

AC/DC – Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap – Review

August 6, 2003

Most hardcore fans prefer the Bon albums to those of his successor, Brian Johnson, and I’m one of them.

Murder 1 – On High – Review

August 6, 2003

Meandering Hammond organ lines intersect violently with pissed-off, screaming rock god vocals and fat, downtuned guitar lines which jump into double-time.