Scott Hefflon – Page 198 – Lollipop Magazine

Metal Dreams – Vol. 2 – Review

September 1, 2000

In the ’80s, fluffy-haired men in tight clothing sung sappy songs to young girls. This here’s 16 examples of the same trite, sleepy crap a decade later.

Lookout! Freakout – Review

September 1, 2000

Lookout! Freakout has some really bright, fresh bands that remind me of borrowing my parent’s car to go to the lake, the amusement park, the movies, whatever.

Vermin – Millennium Ride – Review

June 1, 2000

Riffs Entombed’d pass on cuz they’re too dull, monotone hardcore vocals sprinkled with death roar, and general bash’n’smash that is uninspired and predictable.

The Jimmies – Let the Fat Men Plunder – Review

June 1, 2000

Portland, OR’s The Jimmies straddle that powerchord pop/mid-tempo pop/punk line admirably. Many’d namedrop Hüsker Dü, and that’s a really nice name to drop.

Super-Charger Hell – A Tribute to White Zombie – Review

June 1, 2000

Most of the bands sound like halfway decent metal bands who might be good on their own terms, but they just can’t match the gory’n’glory of the almighty Zombie.

The Gamits – Endorsed By You – Review

June 1, 2000

The Gamits are a nearly-unknown collection of great songwriters and musicians in a genre most have thought devoid of progress for some time.

The Eyeliners – Here Comes Trouble – Review

June 1, 2000

I’m a sucker for two-minute, straight-forward, three-chord rock, especially when the band’s made up of women in leather, minis, anklets, and spiked collars.

The Distillers – Review

June 1, 2000

The Distillers are trashy, violent, swear convincingly, snarl about pretty much everything, and rock harder, dirtier, and meaner than Joan Jett and Hole.

The Deadlines – The Death and Life of – Review

June 1, 2000

Basic graveyard rockin’ garage punk, complete with mortician fashion, ghoulish make-up, and they probably lug their gear around in a hearse.

Leppardmania – A Tribute to Def Leppard – Review

June 1, 2000

My problem with this kinda thing is it’s all the same half-wits who have no place else to go and can’t seem to get on with it.