Chris Adams – Page 4 – Lollipop Magazine

Low – with Swans at the Somerville Theatre – Review

April 1, 1997

The Roman Empire could rise and fall between notes, and the songs are couched in a placid, glacial atmosphere. If sleep produced an actual sound, it’d be this.

Mazzy Star – Among My Swan – Review

April 1, 1997

Hope Sandoval’s sleepy, sexy vocals lounging disconsolately on a bed of notes that drip like deep blue crystal rain off Dave Roback’s guitar.

Bring Me The Head of Jeff Lynne, etc… – Fiction

February 1, 1997

A list of some of our prime targets – people and things that have made it their mission to undermine the innate righteousness of the Hallowed Kingdom of Rock.

Jack Frost – Snow Job – Review

December 1, 1996

The great thing about Jack Frost singer Steve Kilbey is that he always sounds so damn amused as he weaves his lyrical web of enchanted mystic nonsense.

How to Terrify Your Girlfriend, Pt. 117 – Fiction

December 1, 1996

Time to find out if she’s with you, or just another sculpture of gorgeous flesh you’re passing through on the road to wherever the hell it is you’re going.

End-of-year List – Column

December 1, 1996

I shall make a list of 25 records spanning the history of rock music that, without which, I would shortly be found naked, curled into a fetal position.

Norman Rockwell vs Iggy Pop – Fiction

November 1, 1996

Like every Tuesday lunchbreak, I head to Harvard Square to check out the new releases at Newbury Comics and scan the English music papers at Out of Town News.

Overwhelming Colorfast – Moonlight and Castanets – Review

November 1, 1996

All these groups sound like a buncha frat guys whose parties you’d go to for the chicks and the beer, but you wouldn’t cross the quad to see ‘em, y’know?

My Drug Hell – This Is My Drug Hell – Review

November 1, 1996

What a killer name. My Drug Hell. There’s nothing particularly druggy, hellish, or insane about this album. In fact, it’s all pretty pedestrian.

Devo – Adventures of the Smart Patrol – Review

November 1, 1996

What I expected was grown men doing bad imitations of R2D2. What I got was the racy garage-punk/surf: All toms, treble, and Morphine-esque atmosphere.