apmag
Since its debut as a photocopied fanzine handed out at a punk show in 1985, AP has been the publication where the honest word, the correct word, the authoritative word has been spoken on new music and youth culture.
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  Features, articles, and more from this issue.
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Features, articles, and more from this issue:
In REVIEWS:
- Cali MC gets geeked, but not gratuitously weird.
- Norwegian dance-pop duo slump on sophomore disc.
- Denver duo tunefully deliver the weird and the woe.
- Spiffy, spliffy roots from the Great White North.
- Throwdown sound like, well, Throwdown.
- Troubled Hubble’s smart pop isn’t only for rocket scientists.
- These men have made better records.
- Fey electro-folk is a bit too mousy.
- Even in dark Times, Allen Epley shines.
- Not going the way of the buffalo.
- Two tracks, 43 minutes, countless blown minds.
- Punk-rock Cosmonauts.
- More blarney and bluster from Boston’s finest.
- Those wouldn’t happen to be one-armed scissors, would they?
- Lovelorn Pacific Northwestern pop-punkers seek return phone call.
- You think King Tut’s catacombs are deep?
- The (crusty) South shall rise again.
- Precis goes here.
- An instant metal classic.
- The best British album of 1991.
- Pure power that doesn’t pander.
- The best album of 1972.
In ASK THAT GUY:
- Can you think of a more un-rock instrument than the flute? Don‘t tell your Pap-Pap, because it was his generation that made JETHERO TULL millionaires.
- We‘ve got an arsenal of Canada jokes, too, but we‘d never use them around D.O.A.
In FEATURES:
- MxPx: Surviving Panic Disorder
- Motion City Soundtrack: The Soundtrack Of Our Lives
- The All-American Rejects: Why Worry?
