Slughog | Lollipop Magazine

Take Your Medicine – Review

October 1, 1996

A great collection of hardcore bands mostly from Boston, some obscure, some defunct, this release could serve as a primer for anyone interested in the scene.

Slughog – Grit! – Review

April 1, 1996

Slughog’s Grit! thunders and rumbles along like some unholy juggernaut, like a shoggoth with a vengeance, like a 747 landing without wheels.

Slughog – at Sarah Good Erotic Fashion Show at Bill’s Bar – Review

July 1, 1995

Songs that were as tight as Newt Gingritch’s sphincter. Two basses, good fashion sense from the guitarist, and a freight train of sound bowled us over.

Sarah Good Erotic Fashion Show – Review

July 1, 1995

I was chosen to go see Klover at Bill’s Bar. The real reason I’m here is because of an “erotic fashion show” by Sarah Good, a dressmaker/store owner in RI.

Klover – with Slughog @ Sarah Good Erotic Fashion Show at Bill’s Bar – Review

July 1, 1995

The music rocked like the Clash’s first album, or the Jam on crack, or something. Sure, half of Klover is Gang Green, but it sounded so fresh and raw.

Slughog – with Slower at the Middle East Cafe – Review

June 1, 1995

Slughog proved to be a bit more than the tiny upstairs room (not to mention this reviewer) could handle. Or maybe I should remember to wear earplugs.

Slower – with Slughog at the Middle East Cafe – Review

June 1, 1995

Slower is Stompbox, sans lead screamer Erich Thayer. Bass player, Pat, has moved to the front; his space being filled by ex-Heretix bassist, Mike Welsh.

Cows – with Slughog, Chokebore at Local 186 – Review

May 1, 1995

Ah, now THIS is what rock ‘n’ roll should be. They play a great brand of schizophrenic sludge-punk of which I am particularly fond.

Chokebore – with Slughog, Cows at Local 186 – Review

May 1, 1995

This band floats somewhere between the rather similar genres of pop, punk, and noise. To their credit, they had a lot of energy.

Slughog – with Chokebore, Cows at Local 186 – Review

May 1, 1995

One of Boston’s best bands. The last song was the most energetic, with Firestone kicking his guitar around the stage to the tune of two basses being mauled.