Scott Hefflon – Page 158 – Lollipop Magazine

Stroke 9 – Rip It Off – Review

April 12, 2002

“Kick Some Ass,” (in Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back) rules. I like when bands make fun of shithead fans/bands, especially when the dipshits still don’t get it.

Suicide Machines – Steal This Record – Review

April 12, 2002

These Detroit punkers always had the tunes and the rage to go beyond the upbeat deathtrap. This is deceptively octane-fueled radio punkpop, borderline rock.

M-16 – Canciones Escritas En El Exilo – Review

April 12, 2002

From The Dominican Republic, sing entirely in Spanish, have a distinctive percussion sound/style similar to early Sep/Overdose, with hints of greatness.

System Of A Down – Toxicity – Review

April 12, 2002

Top of the nü metal shitheap. They scream, bellow, and nyah-nyah in falsetto, but throw eight parts into a song, and that’s seven more than the bottomfeeders.

In Thy Dreams – Highest Beauty – Review

April 12, 2002

Funny, Swedes like these guys helped push the whole melodic death metal thing forward, and yet these guys in particular always seem a pace behind the leaders.

Will Haven – Carpe Diem – Review

April 12, 2002

Nü metal morons and old metal morons both understand that “the kids” will dig Will Haven, and they’re right. Yeah. Hints. Promise. Bubbling. Keep at it kids.

Hypocrisy – 10 years of Chaos and Confusion – Review

April 12, 2002

From early death metal served straight-up, to blasts of blackened metal, to industrialish doom plod, Tägtgren and the boys do it with style and class.

Days Of The New – Review

April 12, 2002

Part of the problem with having such an amazing gift as Travis Meeks’ voice is you can get away with poorly-written material and simply sing your way out.

Handsome Devil – Love and Kisses from the Underground – Review

April 12, 2002

Handsome Devil have listened to the right bands, but they’re either not bright enough or not worldly enough to write anything better than bad covers.

Halfcocked – The Last Star – Review

April 12, 2002

Halfcocked use AC/DC to explain why they write stripped-down, predictable, (cliché-)pounding rock songs. But they look cool in the latest glammy/trashy fashion.