Jon Sarre – Page 28 – Lollipop Magazine

Electric Frankenstein – “Blackout” / “Naked Heat” – Review

June 1, 1999

Patented EF: tight, over-amped, powerful, damn-near majestic even. Frankenstein, after all, was no weak-ass monster.

Los Ass-Draggers – Kings of Cheezy – Review

June 1, 1999

Short and sweaty by these Spanish psychopaths who’ve got about quarto momento to kill you with their New Bomb Turks on meth antithesis of ass draggin’.

The Dipshits – Holiday Drunk Fest – Review

June 1, 1999

The Slobs with Larry from the Candy Snatchers on vox. Goes to show what can happen to a inept buncha drunks when one different drunk is added to the mix.

Link Protrudi and the Jaymen – Hit and Run! – Review

June 1, 1999

A re-issue of two previously released “outta print import vinyl” LPs. The originals are okay, the cover songs – and there’s lotsa covers – sound better.

Electric Frankenstein – “Clockwise” – Review

June 1, 1999

This Junk offering’s been floating around a while and features former EF frontman Scott Wilkins on the dayjob complaint A-side and Crime cover flip.

The Candy Snatchers – “Shut Your Mouth” – Review

June 1, 1999

Brilliant, a too-hot’n’skanky blast of unrepentant punk rock. For those unfamiliar with these deranged Virginians, I dunno what to tell ya.

The Bulemics – Old Enough to Know Better – Review

June 1, 1999

The crudest, raunchiest, sickest, dumbest rock band on the planet hails from Texas. No shit, you were expecting Delaware maybe?

The Bulemics – Can’t Keep It Down – Review

June 1, 1999

Rock’n’Roll and bad taste go together like puking and blacking out, and let’s just say Austin, TX’s Bulemics got both in spades.

Doctor Explosion – The Subnormal Revolution – Review

June 1, 1999

Doctor Explosion rip off riffs from surf unknowns or the Blues Magoos and the Music Explosion while laughing like psychotic alcoholic bullfighters.

The Meteors – “Slow Down You Grave Robbing Bastard” – Review

June 1, 1999

A side has perhaps the dumbest title of any song, ever, but as psychobilly goes, whence pounded out by Englishmen, it’s twangy, sunbaked’n’pretty decent.