Sublime "Sublime" [1996]

Some people just refuse to get happy. What could be so bad about playing in a band in Southern California? Let fat mope Bradley Nowell explain it to you, along with his band of fat mopes called Sublime on the album somehow not called "Fat Mopes on Junk." Too sad for ska, too soft for hardcore, too old for skate-punk and way too ugly for pop, Sublime wallows in a no-man's-land of loserdom throughout this irritatingly lengthy stay in a desert trailer park. Vamping aimlessly on lame redneck topics like pawn shops and screwing under-aged whores, it soon becomes nauseatingly apparent their fried-food depression and cheap beer and weed headaches can easily be transferred through the sounds of this disc. Hmm, I guess it's pretty easy to see what's so shitty about playing in a band in Southern California, after all.