Lollipop Magazine

Beck – Midnight Vultures – Review

April 1, 2000

Beck, always one to throw a change-up, slips into the cracks and becomes glorified in the public’s eye as the pop-culture-cuisenart-cum-disco-soul-jester.

Beck – Mutations – Review

April 1, 1999

Soaked in an ambience as warm as an old tube amp, Mutations knocks off seamless collages of organic source material with his trademark nonsense-as-wit.

Pitchshifter – www.pitchshifter.com – Review

November 1, 1998

Two of my favorite elements have finally been united: crunchy, punk rock riffs and skull-shaking jungle beats.

Southern Culture on the Skids – Plastic Seat Sweat – Review

December 1, 1997

Judging by the way they fuse punk’s chug with cowbell rock twang, it’s clear they know exactly what they’re doin’. Countrysploitation anyone?

Sugartooth – The Sounds of Solid – Review

September 1, 1997

If you want the ’70s with a ’90s upgrade, opt for Foreskin 500. If you want some ’90s bands doing ’70s music, think Big Chief and Uncle Joe’s Big Ol’ Driver.

That Dog – Retreat From the Sun – Review

June 1, 1997

Retreat From the Sun is full of happy and sad pop songs about waiting for phone calls, crying, kissing, pinching cheeks, and carving initials in trees.

Nirvana – From The Muddy Banks of the Wishkah – Review

November 1, 1996

I know nothing about these guys. The best I’ve been able to figure is that they’re some kind of Foo Fighters spinoff band.

The Raincoats – Looking in the Shadows – Review

September 1, 1996

Fanatics and followers of grrrl grrroups like Bikini Kill and Bratmobile need to know that their sound and style was mothered by England’s The Raincoats.

The Posies – Amazing Disgrace – Review

August 1, 1996

The goose-pimple sing-alongs of albums past are still there, but now they’re supporting such sentiments as “big birds flying overhead/ who gives a shit?”

Beck – Odalay – Review

August 1, 1996

Astoundingly deft – no matter what mongrel genre catches his eye or what babble-of-the-gods trope trips off his lip, he always keeps one foot in the groove.