This Ain't No Funky Reggae Party. Five Dollars At The Door.
As I mentioned a few posts ago, tribute albums aren't usually my bag, baby. Case in point, the barely average Look At All The Love We Found: A Tribute To Sublime. I have a very personal relationship with Sublime. Growing up in So Cal I was fortunate enough to have seen Bradley & Co. play live a couple dozen times. Their shows were either erratic brilliance or utter messes. That was the chance you took when you opted to see Sublime play. Last time I saw them, it was a double bill with No Doubt at The World Beat Center. It was 1993. Before "What I Got." Before "I'm Just A Girl." And it was a great show. Full of laughter, jamming, and broken guitar strings. That's how I like to remember Sublime. So, bottom line? This is half of a good album. Half the songs suck, the other half are OK. Dig some of the better ones. And I use the term "better" loosely. For your listening (dis)pleasure:
Jack Johnson: Badfish/Boss DJ
Fishbone: Date Rape
No Doubt: DJ's
Greyboy Allstars: Doin' Time
Camper Van Beethoven: Garden Grove
Ozomatli: April, 29th (Miami)
EDIT: This is possibly the sickest thing I've heard in long while. Either that, or it's the Tryptophan talking:
Radiohead vs. Jungle Brothers: How Ya Want It (Punch Up At A Wedding)
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