Jamie Kiffel – Page 14 – Lollipop Magazine

Ani DiFranco and Utah Phillips – Fellow Workers – Review

October 1, 1999

Fellow Workers takes Phillips’ living, burning pleas for equality and justice, and backs them with Ani DiFranco’s plodding, plain electronic noodling.

This is My Photo Finish – Fiction

September 1, 1999

I was immediately sorry that I had indulged a tarot reading the night before. I wasn’t superstitious; I just didn’t like opening unnecessary gates. You never know what you might let in.

Garbage Pail – Marilyns Don’t Fear the Reaper – Column

September 1, 1999

Marilyn Manson Monroe and Marilyn Manson look forward to a dark and acrid-smelling future. Unfortunately, bits of the bride have been missing since the honeymoon.

Shallow – Jumping Away from Something Exploding – Review

September 1, 1999

Techie-fuzz feeds back over nymphic girl voices, sighing major key fantasies over syncopated heartbeats. For so much buzzy noise, this is very gentle stuff.

Robyn Hitchcock – Jewels for Sophia – Review

September 1, 1999

Lyrics junk and jumble up in a scrumptious, psychotic scrapple. If this smelled, it would be lady slipper, dissection preservative and Ho-Hos.

Luscious Jackson – Electric Honey – Review

September 1, 1999

Luscious Jackson are comfortable enough in their funky, city-voiced altos to slide smooth and warm as viscous smiles down a chewing gum-funky sidewalk.

Joseph Arthur – Vacancy – Review

September 1, 1999

There is a soothing, dreamlike quality to his sweet harmonicas and gentle melodies that make lines like “love turned evil” nostalgically poignant.

Electronic ‘80s Vol. 2 – Review

September 1, 1999

The songs to which stony-faced New Wavers stood rhythmically cemented in place, jerking arms and shoulders like malfunctioning mannequins with attitude.

Electronic ‘80s Vol. 1 – Review

September 1, 1999

If you wish to revive deeply repressed realizations, Electronic ’80s just might buzz ’em out of your slouch sock memory bank.

The Mayflies USA – Summertown – Review

September 1, 1999

This is the strummy, sunny, swaying head harmony stuff that’s so impressive at free, bandshell concerts… but a little droopier when you get it home on CD.