Scott Hefflon – Page 261 – Lollipop Magazine

No Use For a Name – Making Friends – Review

March 1, 1998

Guest vocals by MM BossTone Dicky Barett, Dance Hall Crasher Karina Denike, and Me First’s Spike, Making Friends is a non-stop feel-good punk party platter.

Maximum Penalty – Superlife – Review

March 1, 1998

At times it has heavy soul, like Mindfunk, at other times it’s got an ’80s thrash-whiz snarl, and those are the good times. Dunno.

Luckie Strike – Geekcore – Review

March 1, 1998

Lucky Strike reminds me of Tilt. Punky and mouthy, loud and rockin’, yet crafty enough to make you snap your fingers to a little swing here and there.

Lagwagon – Double Plaidnum – Review

March 1, 1998

Catchy, melodic punk with Joey Cape’s vocal tales digging deep, but the NOFXian drum rampage seem secondary to layered harmonies about how no one understands.

Kid With Man Head – Flapjack Hairpiece – Review

March 1, 1998

It’s got all the right “yeah, yeah”s, “woo, woo”s, and looping rounds of the chorus. At times, they swerve from SoCal rawk to sound kinda, um, Jersey rock.

H2O – Thicker Than Water – Review

March 1, 1998

Like Bouncing Souls (only more NY hardcore), H2O are never as good on record as they are on stage, but Thicker than Water is better than a stick in the eye.

Godboy – The Best Looking Band in the World – Review

March 1, 1998

“My Balls” is a sweet ballad. Dreamy acoustic guitar tip-toes as Savage tells the wispy tale of having a disagreement with his balls. This is bizarre. I like.

Gang Green – Preschool – Review

March 1, 1998

As fast, chaotic, sloppy, and pure snot-flickin’ angry as you’d expect from the heyday of Boston hardcore in the early ’80s.

Fleshcrawl – Bloodred Massacre – Review

March 1, 1998

Growl-by-numbers death metal. Brutal and powerfully produced by Peter Tägtgren. A steady blur of what might as well be the same song.

Fall From Grace – Review

March 1, 1998

Fall From Grace trudges through swampy emotions, all roads leading nowhere, all vegetation doomed in the end, the smell of slow-moving death at your heels.