Nik Rainey – Page 21 – Lollipop Magazine

Jabberjaw… Pure Sweet Hell – Review

November 1, 1996

The fifteen artists featured on Pure Sweet Hell have all graced the Jabberjaw stage in the seven years since it opened, and have kindly returned the favor.

The Tear Garden – To Be An Angel Blind,The Cripple Soul Divide – Review

November 1, 1996

The latest installment in the ongoing electroluxurious side-project featuring Edward Ka-Spel (Legendary Pink Dots) and cevin Key (Skinny Puppy).

Peter Murphy – Should The World Fail To Fall Apart – Review

November 1, 1996

Like most of his former Haus-mates, Murphy’s solo work has met with almost universal critical derision.

John Parish and Polly Jean Harvey – Dance Hall At Louse Point – Review

November 1, 1996

The twelve songs here give Harvey room to flaunt her dramatic range, from chanteuse to shrew, wet with passion to dry with ennui.

Home – Home X – Review

November 1, 1996

It shows anti-social tendencies and appears disconnected from its surroundings. However, considering the nature of its surroundings, this a good thing.

Furry Things – “Hide” – Review

November 1, 1996

Two 1994 home recordings, from before the Things met King Coffey and became enTranced. The sound is your standard lo fi fo fum.

Dalis Car – The Waking Hour – Review

November 1, 1996

They lasted for only one album, but Peter Murphy’s deep baritone and Mick Karn’s fretless bass punctuations and sensual electronics fit rather nicely.

Creedle – When The Wind Blows – Review

November 1, 1996

Once again, Creedle prove themselves to be one of the mysterious algebraic variables of indie rock, the ever-changing x factor in a sea of equatic simplicity.

Chevy Heston – Come to Sterilized – Review

November 1, 1996

Continues to take goosestep-dancing strides, furthering the path blazed by their claustrophonic eponymous debut and the Costello-with-Tourette’s of Destroy.

Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom the Golden Age of Rock – Review

November 1, 1996

20 years out of print, Awopbop still holds up as a reminder of the true imperatives of rock ‘n’ roll, before commerce and significance reared their ugly heads.