Scott Hefflon – Page 216 – Lollipop Magazine

Suicidal Tendencies – Freedumb – Review

September 1, 1999

From the days when punk was violent and uncontrollable, to the days when ST is selling out arenas and playing funky heavy metal, it’s all on Freedumb.

Pressure Point – Life’s Blood – Review

September 1, 1999

Authentically under-produced by Lars Fredericksen, spouting working class ethics and a message of unity.

Pressure Point – Cross to Bear – Review

September 1, 1999

Boots, shaved heads, and having each others backs’ is what it’s all about. Violence when necessary, booze whenever possible, and unity above all.

Earthwurm – Blank the Same – Review

September 1, 1999

While Earthwurm’s debut, Sex and Anxiety, evidently had more hip-hoppy metal on it, but luckily Blank the Same is more traditional, passionate rock/metal.

Pinhead Circus – Everything Else is a Gone Conclusion – Review

September 1, 1999

A fave Colorado punk band (and there’s a surprising number of good bands from the state that gave us Coors and Mork & Mindy, in case you haven’t noticed).

Pezz – Warmth and Sincerity – Review

September 1, 1999

Warmth saturates this Albini-produced record. Pezz have a consistency that makes the whole album worth spinning.

Stormtroopers of Death – Bigger than the Devil – Review

September 1, 1999

The reasons this sucks are many. Most obviously: This style is now commonplace, unlike when Speak English or Die! came out and knocked us all on our asses.

Old Man’s Child – Dimmu Borgir – Sons of Satan Gather for Attack – Review

September 1, 1999

Both Dimmu Borgir and Old Man’s Child have sounded “better,” but there’s a charm to hearing quickly thrown together material with less-than-huge production.

No Redeeming Social Value – THC – Review

September 1, 1999

They have tats, hats, very little hair, wear Slayer T-shirts, like to perform naked, and they’ve been known to hit people with fish.

Shiva Speedway – Psychic City – Review

September 1, 1999

There’s a haunting, thick sludge of melody that makes them something other than just another tuneless, lo-fi band pounding noisily away hoping it’s art.