“PUBLIC NOTICE: Rock and art collide on Friday February 18 at 7 pm in room 260 of the fabulous Emily Carr College when Vancouver pop masters Sisterlovers proudly premiere their in-depth (and very controversial!!) videography “Video Graffiti’. Follow the band behind the scenes and see what really goes on in the life of the hardest working band in show business. Feel the excitement of a real live rock concert with the band projected on a larger than life video screen. Learn confidential secrets as the videographer poses the questions I'll bet you were afraid to ask (but always wanted to!) All this plus a live “unplugged “ set from the band LIVE IN PERSON!!! And to top it all off, you can chat informally with the band as you munch on catered snacks with an in-depth Q&A period. Come on, get hip to the pop sensation Sisterlovers. You'll be glad you did! Lemonheads Hole Walt Mink Commodore Ballroom Nov 13/93 reviewed by Nickie Senger The Lemonheads are so pop they sound like a soda fountain. Or maybe a slurpee machine, you know, a little more syrupy, a little slower...and cold, damn cold. Evan Dando played his waify shy-boy thing to the hilt. It took close to five songs before Mr. Dando even acknowl- edged the crowd's pres- ence with an unenthusiastic “Hello”. In the meantime he made it a point to cower on the corner of the stage beneath his shaggy locks, in an attempt tooverly — ignore the screaming girls that never showed up. Please. Get off your sassy pedestal (pun fully intended) and start playing music and paying attention to the people who forked out the cash to come and see you. As for the rest of the band they certainly didn’t try to compensate for Dando’s poor manners. I'll admit they had a clean, tight sound but it wasn’t anything special. eC Walt Mink | was looking forward to Hole but was soon disappointed by their typical, nasty-chick-punk. Their set was dotted with “Fuck you verbal attacks on the unimpressed crowd. Courtenay Love sounded like crap and it’s blatantly obvious that the majority of Hole’s music was ripped Paw Lazy Susan One Free Fall November 12, 1993 Town Pump reviewed by Owen Falkiner One Free Fall got things off the ground and did a plenty good job of whooping up the crowd. There were actually a half dozen or so pre- mosh keeners raging in front of the stage, which is an impressive feat for a warm-up band, especially in this town of catatonic audiences. Seattle’s Lazy Susan followed, but should have gone on first because they totally killed the momentum that O.F.F. initiated. Their music, albeit charming, is not what you might expect from a “Seattle” band and did not fit well with the grind- ing music of Paw and O.F.F. Leave it to Paw to pull things out of the dumpster of lame. Paw, from Lawrence, Kansas, is a no-nonsense, heavy-duty, chuggin’ tractor of butt-kicking rock. They paid no mind to the inebri- ated cretins who piled themselves on stage, and pounded out some wicked, two-fisted, rock’em, sock’em dirge. No games, no B.S.ing. Their name is Paw...what the hell is that supposed to mean? Let _ me see: paw v. mishandle, rough-up, maul, stamp, kick...oh yes, now | think | understand. The songs generally bounce between phases of Black Sabbath inspired chunge and crystal clean melodic prettiness with Eddie Vedder-esque vocals (except more raw). Okay, | admit that the songs tend to run together and sound a lot alike, but | don’t care, it’s a good song. Just as they did at the Monster Magnet/ Raging Slab show last Fall, Paw impressed me as a band who guns it full throttle no matter who they are playing for. | only wish | could see them play to a crowd who came to see them, rather than a bunch of cowboy boot-wearing knuckle heads who ceime to act like head bangers. my s and numerous off from Love’s other half. | noticed that she snagged one of Kurt’s dresses for the show and at the end of her spitting noise she smashed her guitar in a hissy fit. Gee, a trademark not unlike her hubby’s. Courtenay dear, it’s painfully apparent that Citi- zen Kobain got you to where you are now, maybe he'll even build you a venue to throw your tantrums in. Tsk,tsk. Walt Mink was a welcome surprise and might have been a more appro- priate headliner. Mink were an up- beat, happy-core group with much potential. They had several unique sounds and delivered them with verve. I’d like to see them ata smaller venue where the atmosphere isn’t so crowded with attitude. A good start to a sad show. Rock and art collide on Friday February 18 at 7 pm in room 260 of the fabulous Emily Carr College ‘when Vancouver pop masters Sisterlovers proudly premiere their in-depth (and very controversial!) Videography “Video Graff. Follow the band behind the scenes and see hat really goes on in the life of the hardest working band in show business. Feel the excitement of a real live rock concert with the band. projected on a larger than life video screen. Leam confidential secrets as the videographer poses the questions Ill bet you were afraid to ask (but always wanted to!) All this plus a live “unplugged “ set from the band LIVE IN PERSON!!! And to {op it ll off, you can chat informally with the band as you munch on catered snacks with an in-depth BA period. Come on, get hip to the pop sensation Sisteriovers. You'l be glad you did! Lemonheads Hole Walt Mink Commodore Ballroom Nov 13/93 reviewed by Nickie Senger The Lemonheads are so pop they sound like a soda fountain. Or maybe a slurpee machine, you know, a little more syrupy, a litle slower...and cold, damn cold. Evan Dando played his waity shy-boy thing to the hilt. It took close to five songs before Mr. Dando even acknowl- edged the crowd's pres- ence with an unenthusiastic “Hello”. In the meantime he made it a point to cower on the corner of the stage beneath his shaggy locks, in an attempt to overly ignore the screaming girls that never showed up. Please. Get off your sassy pedestal (pun fully intended) and start playing music and paying attention to the people who forked out the cash to come and see you. As for the rest of the band they certainly didn't try to compensate for Dando's poor manners. il admit they had a clean, tight sound but it wasn't anything special. Walt Mink; | was looking forward to Hole but was soon disappointed by their typical, nasty-chick-punk. Their set was dotted Paw Lazy Susan One Free Fall November 12, 1993 Town Pump reviewed by Owen Falki ‘One Free Fall got things off the ground and did a plenty good job of whooping up the crowd. There were actually a half dozen or so pre- mosh keeners raging in front of the stage, which is an impressive feat for a warm-up band, especially in this town of catatonic audiences. Seattle's Lazy Susan followed, but should have gone on first because they totally killed the momentum that O.F.F. initiated. Their music, albeit charming, is not what you might expect from “Seattle” band and did not fit well with the grind- ing music of Paw and O.F.F Leave it to Paw to pull things out of the dumpster of lame. Paw, from Lawrence, Kansas, is ano-nonsense, heavy-duty, chugain’ tractor of butt-ki . They paid no mind to the inebri- ated cretins who piled themselves on stage, and pounded out some wicked, two-fisted, rock’em, sock’em dirge. No games, no B.S.ing. Their name is Paw...what the hell is that supposed to mean? Let me see: paw v. mishandle, rough-up, maul, stamp, kick...oh yes, now I think | understand. The songs generally bounce between phases of Black Sabbath inspired chunge and crystal clean melodic prettiness with Eddie Vedder-esque vocals (except more raw). Okay, | admit that the songs tend to run together and sound a lot alike, but | don't care, it's a good song. Just as they did at the Monster Magnel/ Raging Slab show last Fall, Paw impressed me as a band who guns it full throttle no matter who they are playing for. | only wish | could see them play to a crowd who came to see them, rather than a bunch of cowboy boot-wearing knuckle heads who came to act like head bangers. with “Fuck you"’s and numerous verbal attacks on the unimpressed crowd. Courtenay Love sounded like crap and it’s blatantly obvious that the majority of Hole's music was ripped off from Love's other half. | noticed that she snagged one of Kurt's dresses for the show and at the end of her spitting noise she smashed her. guitar in a hissy fit. Gee, a trademark not unlike her hubby's. Courtenay dear, i's painfully apparent that Citi- zen Kobain got you to where you are now, maybe he'll even build you a venue to throw your tantrums in. Tsk,tsk Walt Mink was a welcome surprise and might have been a more appro- priate headliner. Mink were an up- beat, happy-core group with much potential. They had several unique ‘sounds and delivered them with verve. I'd like to see them ata smaller venue where the atmosphere isn't so crowded with attitude. A good start to a sad show.