Lollipop Magazine

Bardo Pond – Set and Setting – Review

January 1, 2000

There’s something detachedly sexy in Bardo Ponds’s slow, deliberate lazified-jam climb up a spiral staircase. Maybe the sultriness of Isobel Sollenberger’s vox.

The Sons of Hercules – Get Lost – Review

January 1, 2000

These Chesterfield Kings soundalike freakazoid’s’ll make ya forget that there’re few too many bands who can really play frenzied R&B-styled rock’n’roll.

The Silencers – Cyclerify Sounds – Review

January 1, 2000

Fuzz-drenched Motown instrumental nobodies happily laid down to shiny digital CD mystery-metal by Mick Collins.

The Pretty Things – Rage Before Beauty – Review

January 1, 2000

If ya have no idea who these guys are, they were contemporaries of the Stones, Kinks, etc, just without the corporate sponsors.

Bob Log III – Trike – Review

January 1, 2000

The guy’s so off the beaten path that he’s even weird for Fat Possum. Is it even blues? Fucked up new style blues from some avant-geek from Arizona.

The Neckbones – The Lights are Getting Dim – Review

January 1, 2000

Unselfconscious, unrepentant rock’n’roll music about drinkin’, screwin’, gamblin’, and shooting out the window’s of yer ex’s car “just for fun.”

The Mullens – Go Where the Action Is – Review

January 1, 2000

Like a turbo-charged Pinto roaring off to the mid-ranks of mediocrity, Get Hip Records gives the world the second full-length from the Mullens.

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion with Calvin Johnson – Sideways Soul – Review

January 1, 2000

With the pretensions of both parties, the result is a clash of plunder-minded egos that fans of both of these rock’n’roll Napoleons are gonna find annoying.

The Irving Klaws – The Pervasonic Sounds of… – Review

January 1, 2000

Purists may find their nutso bigbeat from the schizo ward not as authentic as some of their labelmates, but the Klaws rock like Torrette’s Syndrome.

77 – Revolution Rock – Review

January 1, 2000

77’s lead weirdo, Paulo Eno, is supposedly this intellectual, a professor of some kind in Coimbra, Portugal, but mostly he yells and grunts a whole lot.