Jon Sarre – Page 25 – Lollipop Magazine

Nine Pound Hammer – Live at the Vera – Review

September 1, 1999

An hour plus worth of post-humously recorded reasons why I never really paid much attention to these country hucksters weaned on Grand Funk and AC/DC.

Secret Hate – Vegitables Dancing + live and more – Review

September 1, 1999

Sublime resurrected Secret Hate when they covered their ska-flavored “Ballad of Johnny Butt,” so it’d follow that the one EP they recorded is mandatory.

River City Rapists – Love Hurts – Review

September 1, 1999

Full-bore hatefuck mumbles goin’ straight-up lowest common denominator crotch starin’/scratchin’/grabbin’. This is cock rock punk whether ya want it or not.

The Weaklings – Just the Way We Like it – Interview

September 1, 1999

An interview with singer Bradley Wayne Shaver and drummer Steve “The Kid” Mickelson

Likehell – More – Review

September 1, 1999

Minneapolis’ Likehell have their fingers in a couple pies, since “metal” has been the adjective tagged on them almost as much as “sounds kinda like Weezer.”

Jeff Dahl – All Trashed Up – Review

September 1, 1999

I always wanna like Dahl’s stuff, cuz he seems to have good instincts. The execution just misses more often than not.

Planetary Pebbles – Vol. 3 – SurfBeat behind the Iron Curtain – Review

September 1, 1999

Most of the glorious, socialistic primeval rock’n’roll sounds more like game show themes or a low rent Mancini mangled approximation of the Monkees.

Not so Quiet on the Western Front – Review

September 1, 1999

San Francisco Bay area ’80-’82. 47 bands. That’s 8 times more bands than Boston, Not LA, another “scene scope at the time, but now historical curiosity” deal.

Long Beach Blvd – Review

September 1, 1999

Market saturation is to the nth level, but, ahh, who cares, let’s do another local punk compilation. Long Beach, CA this time, shhhhhiiiitttt!!

The Razzels – Suck my First Impression – Review

September 1, 1999

The Razzels’ pop punk stylin’s immediately bring to mind a less witty Green Day or a Lookout! band that… uh… hell… they all sound the fuckin’ same…