Scott Hefflon – Page 179 – Lollipop Magazine

Mouthwash – 1000 Dreams – Review

June 3, 2001

There’re strong hints of Op Ivy and Rancid here, and the beginnings of something, but there’s little to latch onto so far.

Luckie Strike – Future is Turning – Review

June 3, 2001

With powerful female vocals and a tendency to throw a dash of ska guitar upstroke into the peppy punk mix, it’s no wonder majors are sniffing around this band.

Lords of Acid – Farstucker – Review

June 3, 2001

It’s hard to be profound when you’re sweating, but these beats are done to death, the “risky” topics are softcore, and a bored dominatrix isn’t sexy.

Less Than Jake – Greased – Review

June 3, 2001

Eight songs from Grease blazed through with no passion or personality. Eight songs you can barely sit through. Eight songs you’ll never want to hear again.

Kreator – MCMLXXXV – MCMXCII: Past Life Trauma – Review

June 3, 2001

18 tracks, four of them live/rare, and the booklet is a careful cataloging of who was in the band, what album each song is from, and what year it was released.

Hypnosia – Extreme Hatred – Review

June 3, 2001

Tremolo bar diving solos, thunderous drumming and half-steppin’ thrash riffs galore, and snakespit vocals you can’t understand but sound really bad-ass.

Hotbox – Lickity Split – Review

June 3, 2001

Sexy, super-fast tunes like “Take You On,” “Poor Betty Blue” and “Let’s Get Stupid” sound kinda like what Pat Benetar woulda sounded like fronting a punk band.

Gwenmars – Driving a Million – Review

June 3, 2001

Gwenmars is actually a little more Filter than I remember, but the shag haircuts and drug-hazed bubblegum will give them away every time.

Guano Apes – Don’t Give Me Names – Review

June 2, 2001

Staying on the heavy side even when slowing down and getting breathy (more Tool than Top 40), and while tirading a bit, never shrieking uncontrollably.

Gotohells – Rock’n’Roll in America – Review

June 2, 2001

Florida’s Gotohells rock with their balls out, slapping you in the face if you get too close. Rock-hard-die-messy anthems ya “sing” while staggering wildly.