Craig Regala – Page 37 – Lollipop Magazine

Doomed – Review

June 4, 2001

Three CD set of known, kinda known, and new kids on the stoner/heavy/doom/apres-Sabbath rocker block. For about a buck more than you’d pay for a single disc.

Weedeater – …And Justice for Y’all – Review

June 4, 2001

Heavy sludge-groove rock in the North Carolina/New Orleans tradition. Buzzov-en have laid out a puke carpet these guys get to stroll down.

Warhorse – As Heaven Turns to Ash – Review

June 4, 2001

They build a Gothicly melodramatic edifice of pensive, cleanly-picked intros to house walls of churning trudge and gritty, guttural, speak-singing.

The Terrifying Experience – Magnetic Breakthough – Review

June 4, 2001

Old school Ohio punk-rooted rock. Splitting the difference between the Dead Boys, the Pagans, and one of those Raspberries-influenced bands that got lumped in.

Texas Terri and The Stiff Ones- Eat Shit +1 – Review

June 3, 2001

This is what I thought the Runaways were gonna be like: Sleazy-toned dirty-ass rock’n’roll glam rubbed raw in all the right places.

Sloth – The Voice of God – Review

June 3, 2001

This record is purely heavy rock born of the molten tar pits that heaved the very early Blue Cheer and the wicked burned-over thud of Zeppelin live in ’69.

Neil Young, Friends & Relatives – Road Rock Volume 1 – Review

June 3, 2001

Eight cuts, all good ones, although the recording seems a bit distant and politely mannered. Also, it’s hard to liver up to the live Neil legacy.

Mammoth Volume – A Single Book of Songs By – Review

June 3, 2001

Loose, kinda screwy, but still songful and melodic in a non-pop-rock without having to hit you over the head with the obvious “here’s the hook” thing.

Adam West – The Beatings – With an X: The First Two – Review

June 1, 2001

Adam West goes for a cleaned-out, amped-up riff roar that fueled both the clean-lined arena rockers. Think AC/DC ’78, UFO tunes, and some choice Nazareth.

Crowbar – Sludge: The History of Crowbar – Review

June 1, 2001

They come to their grindcore slow pig-iron thick, like some hardcore bands did to express the downer nature of their reality in real, physical musical terms.