Scott Hefflon – Page 72 – Lollipop Magazine

Lacrimas Profundere – Filthy Notes for Frozen Hearts – Review

November 17, 2006

Not as mopey as what most’d consider “Goth rock,” and not as over-simplified as HIM, not as ass-tearing as Moonspell, not as sultry as Type O Negative.

Crackjaw – Giants From The Stereo – Review

November 17, 2006

While it’s melodic punk and screamo, the melodic punk sounds like Dave Smalley (look it up, kids), and the start/stop “dramatic” parts are less dumb than most.

As Tall As Lions – Review

November 17, 2006

It’s either some mop-top poserboy who turned 17 so he’s too old to be exploited by Drive-Thru, or it’s a glorious addition to the non-suck world of great pop.

Diecast – Internal Revolution – Review

November 1, 2006

From a more metalcore meal on the now-defunct Now or Never label, they’re now top-notch aggression with breakdowns and clean singing. REAL singing.

The Gathering – Home – Review

September 29, 2006

Anneke’s voice soars above the tinkerings, pulses, and throbs, always sounding vaguely Irish to these ears. The catch in her throat will put a lump in yours.

The Peasants – Love Your Enemy – Review

September 29, 2006

Part noisy college rock (when “alternative rock” was still ROCK), part punky rock, gonzo solos, and “I need a goddamn job!” hollers over Sex Pistols swagger.

Bullets and Octane – In The Mouth of The Young – Review

September 22, 2006

A neo-glam band who sport eyeliner and tattoos, use the word punk to mean fast, and you’ll dig it, but always be a little suspicious of how honest it is.

Adam Rich – You Can’t Escape Life – Review

September 22, 2006

Adam Rich isn’t a guitar whiz, but he can sing with the guitar about as well as he can with his voice, which ain’t bad. The best tune is the dusty “Vulture.”

Less Than Jake – In With The Out Crowd – Review

September 22, 2006

“These guys are still around?” Hey, you can say it, we’re all thinking it. Surprisingly yes, and more surprisingly, Less Than Jake is still good.

Dog Fashion Disco – Adultery – Review

September 22, 2006

DFD dances naked in the back of your mind while jackhammering your defenses with coy melodies, Mike Patton theatrics, jazz sax, and death metal fist-fucking.