Scott Hefflon – Page 48 – Lollipop Magazine

The Bug Nasties – Which Way You Wanna Go? – Review

March 1, 2008

Spastic sucker with the passion/talent to win you over. “60s Mod R&B geared to shake your money maker hosted by ex-Catbutt/Sinister Six guitarist Brother James!”

Bill Bondsmen – Swallowed By the World – Review

January 1, 2008

Hardcore punk with vocals so raspy, you wonder if the singer will even be able to talk in a couple years. He’s a pissed off ball of hate spitting on everything.

Banished From Inferno – Review

January 1, 2008

Re-issue of the bands self-titled release on Incantation’s John McEntee’s label. It’s straight-up death metal, no frills. Five songs of classic evil.

Austrian Death Machine – Total Brutal – Review

January 1, 2008

Tim Lambesis from As I Lay Dying has more metal in his dick than most bands have in their rusted-out vans. It ain’t Speak English or Die, but it’s fun stuff.

Architects – Ruin – Review

January 1, 2008

From the UK, play dirty, noisy tech/math metal. I can’t really gauge if this clusterfuck death-gone-random is any better or worth than the rest of the genre.

Angel Blake – The Descended – Review

January 1, 2008

Ex-The Crown debuted on Metal Blade, their sophomore release is on a Finnish label, with a new singer. Sounds like Iced Earth with Tim “Ripper” Owens singing.

Anathema – Hindsight – Review

January 1, 2008

Acoustic takes on old and new faves from this influencial UK atmospheric, melodic metal band, plus a newbie, “Unchained (Tales of the Unexpected).”

Alesana – Where Myth Fades to Legend – Review

January 1, 2008

A perfect example of “emo” where singers who can’t sing, and “screamo” where kids scream about life’s injustices from their parent’s homes in the burbs.

Warbringer – War Without End – Review

January 1, 2008

On their debut, Warbringer remind us all that lots of thrash/speedmetal bands sucked and were soon forgotten.

Vayden – Children of Our Mistakes – Review

January 1, 2008

Formulaic, mother-approved, streamlined for mass-consumption, and has no soul or danger or heart left. It’s pop, at its lowest form, just louder.