Fun, but kinda dumb.
You know, musically, these guys are pretty good. The jams are there. The drums and guitar are pretty tight. They're good together. G. Love needs to ease off the weed, though, because the whole thing with his delivery feels like you got a guitarist that worked on a groove for three hours, played it once for the guys, and G. Love stands up with a mic and says "Hey, y'all, check this..." with no engineering and freestyles the whole thing. I mean, there's a whole song about basketball that feels like four dudes playing in the driveway. I kept expecting to hear him take a pull off a joint right before starting to "sing" on each track. I'm not opposed to musicians using chemicals, I'm opposed to chemicals writing the entire album.
Not really my bag, but it's not horrible.
My Rating: 3/5