Sheril Stanford – Page 8 – Lollipop Magazine

Jonny Polonsky – Hi My Name is Jonny – Review

March 1, 1996

Jonny Polonsky took his collection of home recorded four-track demos and, on slightly upgraded recording equipment, re-recorded them in his mom’s home.

The Amps – Pacer – Review

February 1, 1996

A side project for Breeders Kim Deal and Jim MacPherson, The Amps are a charming blend of Deal’s sweet-girl vocals on top of drunken garage band vigor.

Combine – The History of American Rock and Roll – Review

February 1, 1996

Tight yet chaotic, this is nouveau punk like it oughta be; delightfully twisted, ear-splitting guitar noise, played at high speeds with brat attitude.

By Divine Right – Review

February 1, 1996

Quirky, witty lyrics, swoozy vocal harmonies, crunchy, buzzy guitars and vocals by Jose Contreras that give classic rocker Joe Walsh a run for his money.

American Sensei – Snacky Poo – Review

February 1, 1996

Heavy on the tuneful factor, “Snacky Poo” is saved from being saccharin by just the right amount of off-key vocals, feedback and edgy dissonance.

Capsize 7 – with Pie, Karate, Blonde Redhead at the Middle East Cafe – Review

November 1, 1995

Loud, fast, hard, but with enough melody to keep your attention, and just enough style to set them apart from every other loud, fast, hard band out there.

Heather Nova – Oyster – Review

November 1, 1995

What sets Heather Nova apart from the pack are the harder, darker pieces, especially the ones driven primarily by percussion. On these, Nova really shines.

Sex, Drugs, and Democracy – Review

November 1, 1995

It’s a documentary, but unless she’s very open-minded, I don’t recommend bringing along your mom.

Smackmelon – Blue Hour – Review

November 1, 1995

Made up of former members of Bullet LaVolta, Voodoo Dolls, and Orangutang, this three-piece put its own creative spin on the Bob Mould/Sugar/Hüsker Dü sound.

Karate – with Capsize 7, Pie, Blonde Redhead at the Middle East Cafe – Review

November 1, 1995

There were spacey interludes mixed in with the noise. Sometimes Karate seemed like a punked-up Pink Floyd, with big guitar notes crashing into the distortion.