Nik Rainey – Page 23 – Lollipop Magazine

Shellac / Big’n / Brise-Glace / U.S. Maple – Sides 1-4 – Review

September 1, 1996

With its careful packaging, band selection, and overall concept, this indefinitely-continuing project thumbs its misshapen nose at the rest of the trib tribes.

Sukia – Contacto Especial con El Tercer Sexo – Review

September 1, 1996

A twangy, buzzy, jungle-drummin’, hip-swivelin’ techno-lovefest – superimpose Godard’s Alphaville over Barbarella and splice in some softcore.

Roger Miller – Benevolent Disruptive Ray – Review

September 1, 1996

Roger Miller had a very good reason for shirking the oblique cacophony he minted as guitarist and main songwriter for Mission of Burma – it was making him deaf.

Robyn Hitchcock – Moss Elixir – Interview

September 1, 1996

An interview with Robyn Hitchcock

Congo Norvell – The Dope The Lies The Vaseline – Review

September 1, 1996

Not without its finer points, but overall, the dope has too many seeds and not enough resin, and the lies aren’t big enough to lengthen Pinocchio’s proboscis.

Sex Pistols – with Gravity Kills at Great Woods – Review

September 1, 1996

They may be old has-beens, they may have only done it for the money, but it’s those guys playing those songs, every one a classic and not a speck of filler.

The Posies – Amazing Disgrace – Review

August 1, 1996

The goose-pimple sing-alongs of albums past are still there, but now they’re supporting such sentiments as “big birds flying overhead/ who gives a shit?”

The Loud Family – Interbabe Concern – Review

August 1, 1996

After few spins later, you’re enmeshed in their brilliance, these sumptuous melodies and smart, forlornly romantic trills permanently imprinted on your soul.

The Cardigans – Life – Review

August 1, 1996

An unfettered delight, as warm and comforting as the sweater from whence they got their name, and as sweet as Nina Persson’s snow-bunny smile on the cover.

George Clinton And P-Funk – TAPOAFOM – Review

August 1, 1996

Sounds to me like the Mothership’s on autopilot. Yeah, okay, George, “funk” sounds like “fuck,” we get it, move on.