Lollipop Magazine

Interpol – Turn on the Bright Lights – Review

January 3, 2003

Interpol tap into early ’80s Manchester suicide pop ala Joy Division and The Smiths… but make the mixture their own by throwing in contemporary spins.

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion – Plastic Fang – Review

July 5, 2002

It’s nice to see Jon Spencer Blues Explosion rockin’ unhomogenized again, cuz their last couple records’ stylized missteps sorta brought ’em down a peg or two.

Aereogramme – A Story In White – Review

May 17, 2002

Aerogramme combines introspective “clean” alterna-rock with freaky, overblown interludes of glorious noise bursts, and back again.

Couch – Profane – Review

February 22, 2002

Couch is a fluid and graceful band, and with Profane being their fourth album, they seem to have had time to settle into a style.

Stephen Malkmus – Review

June 3, 2001

Stephen Malkmus’ first solo record has him continuing the brilliant path his former band’s last record trailblazed, and it sounds a million times more mature.

Quickspace- The Death of Quickspace – Review

September 1, 2000

Fuckin’ right Quickspace should be big stars! You should fucking buy this fucking record and all the others. Then you should take a bath… with yer toaster.

Solex – Pick Up – Review

April 1, 2000

If Tricky and April March married their music, this would be their daughter. The music of Solex (real name: Elisabeth Esselink) really is that interesting.

Everything is Nice: The Matador Records 10th Anniversary Anthology – Review

April 1, 2000

A true retrospective woulda been more fun and historical, mebbe charting the path from Cosley’s departure from Homestead to the tux he wears to the Grammies.

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.

Guitar Wolf – Jet Generation – Review

January 1, 2000

The boys again prove to be masters of turning yer standard blues-based chords into a claustrophobic mess of pops, snaps, buzzes, and screeches.