Jon Sarre – Page 42 – Lollipop Magazine

Tedio Boys – Outer Space Shit – Review

March 1, 1998

They can run off surf, sci-fi b-movie soundtracks, Desperate Rock’n’Roll, tex mex, etc, but their songs sound like a buncha covers.

Independents – Stalker – Review

March 1, 1998

“I Am the Victim” is a beyond-improbable genre splice: Part Op Ivy, part-Biohazard, and part-Four Seasons (sans falsetto). These guys deserve to be rock stars.

Electric Frankenstein – Fractured – Review

March 1, 1998

Super-high octane NYC punk rock, that’s all there is. Minimal overdubbing, minimal changes, no room for art or any of that shit. An EP, six songs – two covers.

Cheater Slicks – Forgive Thee – Review

March 1, 1998

A two-CD grab bag of warped rock’n’roll stylin’s, not all of it bein’ the bumpy power grind of their live set or the highlights of past releases.

The Lazy Cowgirls – A Little Sex and Death – Review

March 1, 1998

Ya listen to ’em and ya realize who the Supersuckers listened to the day before they bought their Les Pauls.

Tokyo Trashville! – Review

December 1, 1997

The liner notes to this Tokyo garage rock comp give the impression that the sheer hideousness of the Japanese pop scene inspired most of these bands to form.

The Tonics – Looking For the Good Times – Review

December 1, 1997

Retro-ranting from five stompin’ Canucks who bang out the big beat like it was 1966 and cover Neil Diamond and Billy Childish and do ’em both justice.

Southern Culture on the Skids – Plastic Seat Sweat – Review

December 1, 1997

Judging by the way they fuse punk’s chug with cowbell rock twang, it’s clear they know exactly what they’re doin’. Countrysploitation anyone?

Guitar Wolf – Planet of the Wolves – Review

December 1, 1997

Nipponese practitioners who learned at the feet of Link Wray, the Stooges, and the Ramones the same way the Stones worshiped at the feet of Muddy and Wolf.

Freedom Fighters – My Scientist Friends – Review

December 1, 1997

Smart guys who’ve read Kafka and know the oppression of peons the world over. Musically though, the start/stop trashcan pound sound leaves me kinda distant.