Lollipop Magazine

The Zambonis – 100% Hockey…And Other Stuff – Review

March 1, 1996

Hockey is the hardcore punk of sports. Lotsa violent action for no good reason, and there’s usually some kind of skating involved.

The Pastels – Mobile Safari – Review

March 1, 1996

Thirteen years ago, The Pastels ambled out of Glasgow with a charmingly awkward pop shimmy and some of the most out-of-tune vox to grace vinyl. They’re back.

Chris Knox – Songs From 1990 – Review

March 1, 1996

Re-issue of five oldies from the eccentric uncle of New Zealand kiwi-pop, setting aside the noisier extremes in favor of one man, one living-room, one guitar.

Chevy Heston – Destroy – Review

March 1, 1996

Destroy finds Chevy continuing on their quest to reconfigure used rock ‘n’ roll parts into a brand new shambling beast, slouching towards Dystopia to be born.

Sublime – Robbin’ The Hood – Review

March 1, 1996

Sublime are upfront about the second-hand nature of their sound. Secondly, they know the one trick that Whitey can pull off properly: Hybridization.

Pinch Point – #11 – Review

March 1, 1996

A cheapo operation that throws in Spy’s old celeb-bashing tendencies, Mad’s joyously juvenile japery, and the sick feeling in the gut of National Lampoon.

Spacemen 3 – Performance – Review

February 1, 1996

The extended version of their ’88 live opus, recorded in Amsterdam in front of what sounds like an audience of three. Swallow this. It’ll make you fly.

A Few of My Favorite Things – Four Great Party-Wreckin’, Lease-Breakin’, Cat-Scarin’ Records – Column

February 1, 1996

Suicide “Frankie Teardrop”: As bleak as a Hubert Selby novel and kilos more visceral, this nerve-knotting meisterwerk is one of the scariest songs of all time.

Laurels – 90-95 – Review

February 1, 1996

Laurels play a peculiar brand of loud art-rock, so dark and powerful that it’s hardly a surprise that it’s been apportioned out mostly in the small doses.

The Prime Movers – Under Your Spell/Down and Out – Review

February 1, 1996

Return with us now to the misty days of ’85, when grunge was what you found around your tub and every guitar in the land went jingle-jangle-jingle.