Live Review – Page 34 – Lollipop Magazine

Anal Cunt – with Forbidden at Babyhead – Review

May 1, 1995

What started out as a cruel joke actually turned out to be a cheese-grinning great show. You can’t understand a word, but who cares?

Forbidden – with Anal Cunt at Babyhead – Review

May 1, 1995

Their set was upfront yet unmemorable, then again they really threw themselves on us. Their song, “Rape,” made the crowd actually move.

Youth Brigade – with Weston, Doc Hopper at the Middle East Cafe – Review

May 1, 1995

Youth Brigade have shown that bitchin’ music can stand the test of time and rock harder, and be more meaningfully, than most of the new punk that is out now.

Weston – with Youth Brigade, Doc Hopper at the Middle East Cafe – Review

May 1, 1995

This Pennsylvania quartet ripped through their set with amazing intensity while still staying melodic and cool. Catch this band live, as many times as you can.

Archers of Loaf – at The Middle East Cafe – Review

May 1, 1995

On the surface, they’re loud, rough, scratchy and disorganized; but they maintain a solid tunefulness, sincerity, and post-adolescent angst underneath.

Strife – at the Rat – Review

May 1, 1995

Strife is hardcore, through and through. Straight-edged, non-metal, all angst, all positive. You best be straight-edge if you expect to keep up with them.

Spiritualized – with Siouxie and the Banshees at the Orpheum – Review

May 1, 1995

Spiritualized blasted into what they do best; erecting droning, repetitive, psychedelic sonic tapestries that are nothing short of transcendental.

Slughog – with Chokebore, Cows at Local 186 – Review

May 1, 1995

One of Boston’s best bands. The last song was the most energetic, with Firestone kicking his guitar around the stage to the tune of two basses being mauled.

Slash’s Snakepit – at Axis – Review

May 1, 1995

Slash’s and Gilby Clarke’s guitar playing complimented each other, and the percussion section sounded tight.

Skate or Die Hardcore Extravaganza – at Wareham Sports Arena – Review

May 1, 1995

Where’s the suburban hardcore fury of old? I’ve seen more vicious mashing at a Morrissey concert, for fuck’s sake!