Lollipop Magazine

Ad Frank – A Lotta Devotion – Review

August 9, 2004

Mix Blondie with John Mayer, hop on a bike and chew some gum. Funky with a heartbroken voice and ’80s hooks: Somewhere between folk, rock, and Talking Heads.

Matthew West – Happy – Interview

July 26, 2004

An interview with Matthew West

Rasputina – Frustration Plantation – Review

July 12, 2004

As all Rasputina albums should be: Reeking of mold and moss, terrible, rusting metal tools and the fascination of limb loss.

Plink – The Sleeping Lines – Review

June 28, 2004

Spacey blips and tones, something like Moby meets Enya, with Suzanne Vega-like floating soprano vocals.

Ani DiFranco – Educated Guess – Review

June 14, 2004

There are almost no refrains or singable lines. Dissonant chords, whispers, high squeaks, and line after line about love and disillusionment and The Man.

The Radio Hour – Review

March 22, 2004

With steady, heart-bearing emotion washing through the notes like a young Michael Stipe, Tim Hort has created the R.E.M. album we’ve all been wishing for since Out of Time.

Pensive – Something About the Stars – Review

March 15, 2004

There is something inherently stirring about that Billie Joe (of Green Day) virile slacker-collegiate sound certain singer boys seem to have, and Pensive has it.

Rob Falgiano – Things I Used to Know – Review

March 15, 2004

Rob knows how to write good pop with a touch of rockin’ country twang. He does it with energy and a smile, and throws in some gentle slow jazz sounds and even a little funk for good measure.

Machinery Hall – The Separation of Music and State – Review

March 15, 2004

Imagine Blue Öyster Cult meet The Moody Blues, soulfully singing “I don’t talk to no one but myself” and occasionally slowing it down with a folksy ballad. I don’t have hard proof, but I smell a Renaissance Faire somewhere in here.

Joint Custody – Anthropic – Review

March 15, 2004

With something of The Cardigans’ coming-of-age melancholy and vulnerably out-of-tune harmonies, it’s obvious why Joint Custody was a staple on the college festival circuit.