Craig Regala | Lollipop Magazine

Woodbox Gang – Drunk As Dragons – Review

November 1, 2008

They roll into town like stripped-to-the-gears county shot thru with winsome death folk, moonshine, and a couple dogs.

The Evil Queens – Lovesong Werewolves – Review

November 1, 2008

Most did time in Our Flesh Party, who started out alt.funky.rock and whittled it into a ball of wire, backbone, and meat like Fugazi, Quicksand, and Barkmarket.

Los Difuntos – Born And Raised In East L.A. – Review

November 1, 2008

Rock and roll rooted in the Western feel and melancholy. Mexican guitar tradition tangling Spanish classicism through native cultures and death’s head imagery.

Marc Almond – Live At Lokerse Feesten 2000 – Review

October 1, 2008

Marc Almond hit the charts with one of the most enduring, wettest, sleazy hits of synth-pop, Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love,” a cover of Gloria Lewis’ 1964 hit.

Lydia Lunch – Video Hysterie: 1978-2006 – Review

October 1, 2008

A menacing cool urban ’50s heroin vibe jimmied through a less-polite take on the ’90s Tom Waits/Cop Shoot Cop wheezy industrial/song writerishness.

Iggy & the Stooges – Escaped Maniacs – Review

October 1, 2008

Sex Pistols, Dead Boys, and The Damned covered’m: Their groove landed in The Avengers lap, the Flesheaters hands, then, with their true heirs, Black Flag.

Jackson United – Harmony and Dissidence – Review

October 1, 2008

Members of Face To Face, Foo Fighters, Bosstones, and One Time Angels get back to their roots with a melodic late ’70s English/mid-’80s California sound.

Ironweed – Indian Ladder – Review

October 1, 2008

Ye olde metalized hard rockisms jerked through alternative what-not yielding a surly, dirt-under-the-nails update on Faith No More/Soundgardens/Danzig.

Plan 9 – Manmade Monster – Review

September 1, 2008

Plan 9 roll out an alternative reality where the Misfits took the Ramones’ path and made records playing to their strongest rocking and ghouling suit.

Dali’s Llama – Full On Dunes – Review

September 1, 2008

They don’t beat you over the head with stupe via dullish boogie, they beat you with classic Chuck Berry tuck-the-pinky-in via slurred desert blues.