Lollipop Magazine

David Garza – This Euphoria – Review

November 1, 1998

He twists his voice genielike into seductive vocal apparitions; light, sighing falsettos, Beatlesesque midrange harmonics, and fuzzy, garbled funk psychedelia.

As Good as it Gets – Review

November 1, 1998

A constantly surprising, whip-twisting plot filled with start-stop false climaxes and sinus-flushing hilarity, reeling in the two most glamorous Academy Awards.

Pure – Feverish – Review

September 1, 1998

Jordy Birch’s voice is not nearly as aerobic as the instruments he splays his lazy sound across, and Pure’s lyrics do not strain toward philosophical esoterica.

Kate St. John – Second Sight – Review

September 1, 1998

Swooping breathily into fainting phrases of lost love, Kate St. John evokes evenings steeped in cigarettes and absinthe, indulging in the French cabaret.

James Iha – Let It Come Down – Review

September 1, 1998

A little gentleness can be pleasant, but too much of it can be lethal. James Iha’s new solo release unfortunately falls on the side of severe feline damage.

For Against – Shelf Life – Review

September 1, 1998

The number of chords on Shelf Life, remains low as the number of measures rises, also dropping levels of emotionality, originality, and je ne sais quoi.

Drill Team – Hope and Dream Explosion – Review

September 1, 1998

‘Twas pulled from the garbage, Consumed by a partridge; Its eggs hatched the band called “Drill Team.”

Difference Engine – Calidad – Review

September 1, 1998

Difference Engine’s flowers are not as stately as roses, and they certainly have no thorns to add an interesting dichotomy of beauty and masochism to the mix.

Chicklet – Lemon Chandeliers – Review

September 1, 1998

With tunes that rise and fall in pigtail-bouncing chromatic progressions, this music lends itself to being sung in loud, easy harmonies, cruising down I-95.

Ani DiFranco – Little Plastic Castle – Review

September 1, 1998

Little Plastic Castle dips deep inside the bell-shaped goldfish bowl, sailing powdery-voiced tumults through introspection and over rivers of guitar-speak.